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Feb 2014
You looked at me
like you might love me
in the very moment when
my hair fell between
your fingers
And the words
rested on my tongue
longing for
the perfect moment
to speak them aloud
Bec Miller
Written by
Bec Miller  Ann Arbor, MI
(Ann Arbor, MI)   
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