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Mar 2014
He needed her to cope
and grew to love her;
for she was the prettiest thing in his view
But now she's obsolete.
He opened his eyes
wide.
Too wide.
So wide,
that he saw that there were prettier things.

So distracted by the beauty all around him,
he forgot to love her.
Forgot he ever had.
She made the most of not being seen.
"Some day his eyes will grow tired and he'll have to close them."
Or so she told herself.
Circa 1994
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Circa 1994  Florida
(Florida)   
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   Cailey Weaver, ---, r, --- and purple orchid
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