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Magnetism

We were but strikes of lightning sealed in a glass jar,fumbling about,nowhere to go. Exhausted, we conducted ourselveswith a slight curve of enthusiasm,sprung to life…

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Party

Her love was a partywith comfortable chairsand a decorative cake. I was a balloon on a string,with nowhere to gotongue-tied,her face reflective on top of…

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