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it's about two wide yellow lines.
that bare the foretold. the oncoming. brace it head on. the coffee ring from your last cup. you sat across from me. and rubbed your thumb across my palm. i smiled. it's about left turns that should have been right. and bluegrass that was the counterpart to the sky's canopy. it's about pages that's edges are starting to fray. there's comfort found in knowing that something has been read that much. perhaps, there is understanding in there. the last kiss shared in the rain on a june night. where the wind whistles and the sky is grey. it's about undefined faith. that causes a hearts promise to fade. and ripple. all because your finger touched.
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