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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gj0-PpfhT0s&ab_channel=TheLazylazyme

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(author's note: fiction)

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It was like that - 

Love, to the letter.

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Every breath they took,

Every day that past,

Each traded word,

Each subtle gesture …

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And they fell a little deeper,

A little farther, a little higher.

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This one had legs;

He could already tell:

Petals of a daisy,

Rose gold bands.

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She would be there

When his kids waddled through the groves of his father’s orchard;

She would be there when their parents shook each other’s hands - 

When their whole families were crowded about circular tables

And everything around them was draped in white.

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He could already tell - there was an air about this girl -

All the moving pieces, all the intricate parts,

They fit against one another.

They matched.

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And he needed no other sign than that.

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He was no fool

And time would tell - 

But all the indicators

Pointed to the same endings

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And, by then,

He’d already been taught

The full-lengths to the story

And could almost recite the rest

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By heart.

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