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Published 9 years ago
She stood passionless,
Asking for love.
I needed a mistaken identity
to respond.

The hill-top evening matched so well
with her cool purple motivation.

I got fumbled, over-prepared.

She took pity on me.
Her lip-gloss glared in crimson banter.

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