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First date.
Valentine's Day.
You lose the bet, blink first.
I kiss you anyway.
First decade.
Two kids, three moves.
Not all red roses.
Days I can't stand you.
Always love you.
First death.
Kids cry.
I count those days:
Time wasted,
Crushing weight.
How do I, how can I...
About the Creator
E. L. Stacy
E. L. Stacy’s love for writing began at childhood’s first stroke of a pen. Now 20 years into adulthood, E. continues to write as a means of confronting the world around her - past, present, and future.
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