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Art Of Love

October 16, 2013
By Anonymous

This place.
I remember it well, the smell of Monster as he walked into the room.
The way he walks to his seat.
His stride so elegant.
He catches me staring,
I turn away embarrassed, and stare out the windows.
Watching two little white butterflies chase each other.
I glance back at him and catch him staring at me.
In this moment I knew I would remember this place for the rest of my life.
Room 707.



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