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Random Poem:

Hayden's Blind With Anna
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She wore stiff lips, as he remained unbroken from the afternoon he had planned for weeks.
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Sitting on the blanket he tried to iron just for her, she thought about everything she never understood.  She wanted to write a book with every answer and outcome, but there was still so much to learn.
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On the way back, the highway was filled with cars just trying to get home.  As an ambulance passed she swore she heard sirens as only lights went screaming by.
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He focused on her hand in his while he picked up his camera from inside her bag, and took a picture of her hair blowing in her eyes.  For him, he wanted photographs to be hours long so that he’d never miss the in-betweens.
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When they got home, they found the cats chasing snowflakes in the front window.   He knows she’s wished before that she could find happiness in something so simple, and he never knew why he wasn’t the one to make her feel that way.
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He went to bed to read while she went in the shower.  For her, it never got hot enough on days as cold as this.  When she got out he’d already drifted off.
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As she uncovered the book from his face, a pill rolled down his neck and landed on the sheets she’d picked out two months before, while ten more made it through his body.
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Anna woke up three hours later with beads of sweat across her forehead and the sound of sleeping in her ear.  He dreamed of a plan with pills to finally make her happy, because he knew he never would be.
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