Thursday, November 22, 2012

182. Crush.

Magical
things have happened we were
together. It snowed on our foreheads
when we were in water.
I was wearing red
and you found me a wolf
to dance with. It was November
and we sat by the sea
without coats.

Non-magical things
have happened too.
The sky isn't clear
when we are outside, together.
I fell asleep on a couch
next to a friend
and you can not shake
the assumption.
You are still afraid
of me.

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