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Nov 2013
And so I stood
Stock-still
When the final
Words you uttered
Were so incongruous
With my
Perceived reality

Because
Though my ears
Which hear the slightest squeak
Of the mice
In the kitchen
From my bedroom
May have deceived me
I believe
You said
"I love you, too"
As you ran.
Alice Julia Miller
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Alice Julia Miller
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