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I met you at the local coffee shop one Sunday morning.

You simply gazed at me with those gentle blues,

and all I could do was smile as my cheeks flushed scarlet,

waiting patiently for my green tea to brew;

my heart flickered in delight like a lambent star would

as you smiled back at me from behind your coffee.

what a coincidence it was that we sat across from one another,

even if it was across the entire sweet smelling haven.

~

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