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A Whim

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By Kay HusnickPublished 11 months ago • 1 min read
A Whim
Photo by Miryam León on Unsplash

We fell in love over the phone.

Hours upon hours of calls shaped our future,

pulled me in your direction,

started on a whim.

I would change not one blink, nor breath

not the smallest moment;

nothing would be worth the risk of losing this.

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    Written by Kay Husnick