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Dec 2013
Love is something that he sometimes regrets when warm salt tears run down her neck.

As they stain collars and ground he realizes the sound, it's the same one he heard his mother make when his father skipped town. Filled with an anger he can't explain a thought crosses his mind that,"I can't be the same he left a wife and child behind and didn't think twice, I've only known her for a year if anything I'm being nice."

As he tumbles down into his mind of his family's screams and fights the, the violence of it all the calm of nights. After the chaos had seemed to come to an end, a type of norm grabs hold again.  

Love has not returned but a peace comes about as he holds her tight as tears pour out. He tells her that he loves her, and he'll be with her always but right now he needs to take some time to see where his mind lays.
Dominique Arnold
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Dominique Arnold  Arizona
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