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Just Thinking

I watch as your face
Lights up,
From across the white, cold
Island.

You let out a
Loud laugh,
Rocking back on the blue
Stool that you are perched
On. Pale hair flopping around madly.

I feel the edges of my mouth
Tug
Upward as you continue
To laugh at your own joke.

And I realize just how
Much
You mean to me. How
Scared
I am at even the
Slightest thought
Of losing you.

And you look to me,
And ask, “Why has your smile
Melted away, my girl?”
I reply,

“I was just thinking.”




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