A Poem for (Him)
There was a whisper to his voice that was sort of poetic. The squint in his eyes was magnetic and there wasn’t a time when I didn’t wish to hear that voice, over and over again without feeling pathetic. But as quickly as I managed to create a genuine feeling of excitement that I felt was prophetic, it had slowly dissipated into something that I had regretted.
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