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Sep 2013
There was that night when he heard the anxiety spiking her voice.

He watched her chest flutter, the shallow breath, the wide-eyed panic.

Hours of crying turning her waterlogged.

And all he can offer is; "your eyes look pretty when you cry".

He was always marveling at tears.

But god, they glitter like stars.
laura
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