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The lamp's glow Across his face Brought out The dimples I hadn't noticed. He whispered that I was beautiful. In those moments, I almost believed him. I almost believed the way He kissed my shoulders. Almost fell for his Disheveled curly hair. Almost wished I could Watch him Rub his eyes And brew his coffee Each morning. Almost. What a pathetic word. It insinuates that we were Close... But not quite there. Just didn't reach The mark. I said that He was attractive, And that his shirt Didn't need to stay on. He almost believed me. Almost.
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May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
Almost
The lamp's glow Across his face Brought out The dimples I hadn't noticed. He whispered that I was beautiful. In those moments, I almost believed him. I almost believed the way He kissed my shoulders. Almost fell for his Disheveled curly hair. Almost wished I could Watch him Rub his eyes And brew his coffee Each morning. Almost. What a pathetic word. It insinuates that we were Close... But not quite there. Just didn't reach The mark. I said that He was attractive, And that his shirt Didn't need to stay on. He almost believed me. Almost.
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May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
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