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Feb 2011
title
                     fade in

dense breath,
picked up by dull wind

lips move,
mouth something unnoticed

knees shake,
and toes play it off

"No, it's okay."
"No? Or it's okay?"

two heads turn,
one for each shoulder

four eyes dart,
two for each shoulder

fade to black
                                   scene
Written by
Patrick Aguilar
618
 
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