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and yes, i’ve been crying for months, and rightly, but tonight you’re playing music i hate in the kitchen, and looking lovely. i don’t remember dinner or dessert or anything you said, i just keep thinking of your silhouette in the window. shoulders tight, deep blue t shirt, jeans slung low. and sometimes love is like that. framed by the light obliterating everything else.
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