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Jun 2010
It happened suddenly.
My eyes were glossed.
My heart was racing.
He was a metaphor, a serendipity, a game.
I understood, felt, had him.

It happened suddenly.
He is a metaphor, a serendipity, a game.
She understands, feels, has him.
My eyes are crying.
My heart is missing.
Written by
Carina Treitl
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