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I can see it now.
Me dangling on your arm
like a keychain.
There would be books everywhere
and conversation in between sips,
and,
and we would pretend to be happy.
We would fight and
we would kiss and
make up.
We would be a little happy.
You and me.
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Katerina Petrou
Combining my passions of travelling, food, poetry and photography, I welcome you to read my stories.
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