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I look
at his extended hand with open box.

I wonder
if we are in his palm’s future.

I drink
in the hopeful in his eyes.

I notice
how the black velvet slips in his sweaty, nervous fingers.

I remember
his saccharine kisses and nothings in my ear.

I smile
as I recall meeting his quirky family.

I say
no.

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