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you said my name a thousand different ways,
and each sounded exactly the same—
haunting, beautiful, perfect.
It never matters (or mattered) how he says (or said) my name; everytime he does (or did), it is (or was) flawless on his tongue.
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Poem (c) me
Written: 10/24/14
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Poem (c) me
Written: 10/24/14
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I adore this!