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  1. Tamie · November 28, 2017

    She stared as he held out his hand
    She turned and ran
    Willing her mind to erase the picture forming in her mind
    She was afraid to want it
    She was afraid to have it
    She was afraid to call it hers
    She didn’t stop running
    She hasn’t stopped running

  2. Tony Michele · December 8, 2017

    This is so bittersweet.

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