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Aug 2014
I love you,* he said.
I love you, she heard.

*

I hate you, he said.
I love you, she heard.

He couldn't stay
But she couldn't bare to hear him say
I don't love you anymore
So, when he closed the door
Dinner at seven, she said.
Goodbye, he heard.

And her last words were lost
in translation, and their paths never again crossed.
M
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M  Detroit
(Detroit)   
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