| In Review |
Dom
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First there was New York City, | 1 |
Shining green with Christmas lights. | 2 |
Icy hands, | 3 |
Coat pocket, | 4 |
A heating lamp, | 5 |
A tall garage. | 6 |
Sneaking kisses behind his back. | 7 |
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They published your brochure! | 8 |
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Month one: | 9 |
With a secret look | 10 |
The words you couldn’t say. | 11 |
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You earned your wings, I cried. | 12 |
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Month two: | 13 |
Skipping school | 14 |
To watch the fillies play. | 15 |
They kicked and you got scared. | 16 |
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You remember the green picnic table, don’t you? | 17 |
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Month three, | 18 |
I think was flowers | 19 |
And a bunny in a cage. | 20 |
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His identity crisis was your fault. | 21 |
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Four... | 22 |
Ice cream on the tailgate. | 23 |
It was still too cold... | 24 |
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My scrap book holds your name. | 25 |
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Month five: | 26 |
Naked in the shower. | 27 |
Hot bodies pressed together | 28 |
To fight off the cold of the falling water. | 29 |
We danced the night before. | 30 |
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I know you feel guilty reading this. | 31 |
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The sixth | 32 |
We celebrate. | 33 |
They sabotaged your car. | 34 |
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How about playing darts? | 35 |
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Month seven: | 36 |
You grew older, but | 37 |
The electricity didn’t stop. | 38 |
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I was looking over your shoulder while you dreamed. | 39 |
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Eight | 40 |
You moved me out. | 41 |
A silent car ride home; | 42 |
The three of you cried. | 43 |
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That was the end wasn’t it? | 44 |
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Month nine: | 45 |
It came too soon | 46 |
I loved it all the same. | 47 |
Not a romantic setting | 48 |
But still an important date. | 49 |
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Tell your sister I say happy birthday | 50 |
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Month ten: | 51 |
My best year yet. | 52 |
Took pictures in your kitchen | 53 |
With an orange covered knife. | 54 |
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More pictures I won’t forget... | 55 |
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Eleven | 56 |
Was my turn. | 57 |
More friends than I could count. | 58 |
It was quick but I still held it. | 59 |
You were sorry, | 60 |
I was not. | 61 |
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Your mom makes the greatest cakes. | 62 |
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Month Twelve: | 63 |
Our last one. | 64 |
Not such a permanent point | 65 |
I guess he was wrong | 66 |
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You planned it didn’t you? | 67 |
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There was an icy ending. | 68 |
The trees they screamed aloud, | 69 |
There were painful bitter lamp lights, | 70 |
Your neighbors heard me cry. | 71 |
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Do you regret that last goodbye? | 72 |
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