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Sep 2014
Feverish hands fluttered like skittish birds
Nervous eyes danced like a swan's last song
and the promise of tomorrow was left on my lips
like a sticky note.
Friend had a first date yesterday, his nervous optimism about a second prompted this.
Life's a Beach
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Life's a Beach
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