jess_loker
"I'm writing these poems, but it seems to be missing rhymes. Sometimes it just doesn't seem to fit." He looks down at the ground, avoiding her eyes.
"Which ones?" She takes her index finger, and lifts his chin up to meet her gaze and there was a pause.
"All of the ones, before I met you."
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