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Poetry

please?

‘come with me,’ she whispered, ‘nobody’s looking, we can make a clean escape’

‘clean? none of this is clean.’

she focused her eyes on mine, trying to pierce my waning resolve.

‘please? i can’t do this alone.’

‘i know, but.. god, isn’t there any more time?’

‘how much time do you need?’

‘I.. i…’

‘no more waiting. let’s be happy now.’

and with that she grabbed my hand and we stole away, together.

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