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He is stacking shelves with her favorite honduran coffee As she approaches he stands and she finds herself face to face with a stranger Nice shirt he says she glances down the word LOVE is arched across her perfectly small ******* love she says...its all there is right? without breaking her gaze he says…its everything She looks away now smiling shyly Oh that smile he says As if he had been missing it As if...they mattered to each other.
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
Trader Joes (Part 1)
He is stacking shelves with her favorite honduran coffee As she approaches he stands and she finds herself face to face with a stranger Nice shirt he says she glances down the word LOVE is arched across her perfectly small ******* love she says...its all there is right? without breaking her gaze he says…its everything She looks away now smiling shyly Oh that smile he says As if he had been missing it As if...they mattered to each other.
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
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