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Jun 2020
"good morning" every morning
and a warm smile,
a wistful sigh sometimes

unsettlingly deep
sweetly intense
dark and gleaming brown eyes
looking toward me, for me
again and again and again

he said my smile was like
a spring morning

and i was afraid,
aggravatingly afraid

cold and bemused
careful blue eyes
looking away and away
and away
I haven't heard his voice in 4 years.
"good morning" every morning
and a warm smile
a wistful sigh...
sometimes
Erin
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Erin  26/F/NYC
(26/F/NYC)   
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