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For seventy-five minutes I spoke about nothing but love. How everything but I love you is small talk. How their daughter was the only person in the world sweet enough to always call me honey. How the first time we shared a bed she laid down with her arms tight at her side like a mummy, so terrified she was to love something and lose it again.
You Better Be Lightning (Button Poetry)
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