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Aug 2014
33.
The night I met you
I drove 33 miles
Completely unaware of what was ahead
We met
And no one else existed
As your knee bumped gently against mine
And you grabbed my hand at the bar in the corner while your girlfriend talked to my friends
This fact-
This action that was once so exhilarating should have- in reality- been the red flag
I remember recording your voice
Because I knew the moment I heard it
You owned me
But now we don't speak
And soon I'll forget
How my favorite words sounded
Terra Lopez
Written by
Terra Lopez  oakland, ca
(oakland, ca)   
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