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Fifty Words Of Love

I read your poem online, how it captured us so eloquently and in spirit. I weep, not for the sentiment, but for my selfishness. I think. Or is your selflessness? I get them confused. I catch sight of you through your bedroom window as you undress. Thank you Google maps.

Story by:

Jeffrey Switt

jeffswitt.wordpress.com

22 August 2014