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I listened to a woman with light gray eyes. And I wondered if she had cried out all the color.

She told me that when she was lonely, she would dream that she was your blood, swimming through your veins and resting in your heart. Then if she died, you would die with her and that made her feel a little less lonely.

Yesterday a woman told me how she fell in love with you at the grocery store and how you gave her a ride in your red Chevrolet. She remembers that the windows were pulled all the way down, so too many words were swept away.

When she told you “I hate you more than you could ever imagine” she really meant to ask you, if she died, would you die with her. But she knew your answer would make her feel a little more lonely. So she didn’t.

Yesterday a woman told me about knitting you a V-neck sweater and you buying her a seventy nine, ninety nine ring. She remembers that the sweater was a bit too big and the ring a bit too small. She thought you could encircle her whole world and you were one cent off.

Yesterday I asked a gray-eyed woman what it was like to be in love. And she answered yes.

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I listened to a woman with light gray eyes. And I wondered if she had cried out all the color.

She told me that when she was lonely, she would dream that she was your blood, swimming through your veins and resting in your heart. Then if she died, you would die with her and that made her feel a little less lonely.

Yesterday a woman told me how she fell in love with you at the grocery store and how you gave her a ride in your red Chevrolet. She remembers that the windows were pulled all the way down, so too many words were swept away.

When she told you “I hate you more than you could ever imagine” she really meant to ask you, if she died, would you die with her. But she knew your answer would make her feel a little more lonely. So she didn’t.

Yesterday a woman told me about knitting you a V-neck sweater and you buying her a seventy nine, ninety nine ring. She remembers that the sweater was a bit too big and the ring a bit too small. She thought you could encircle her whole world and you were one cent off.

Yesterday I asked a gray-eyed woman what it was like to be in love. And she answered yes.