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I might have known you would have made me nervous,
standing there alone and looking out. I saw your picture
once, and then again, along some seashore alcove, the
trembling waves breaking behind your form. It was
all I could do, smiling like that, to stay in place.
I gently lowered my aim, and fired. It was a
speeding bullet, on the way to my heart.
standing there alone and looking out. I saw your picture
once, and then again, along some seashore alcove, the
trembling waves breaking behind your form. It was
all I could do, smiling like that, to stay in place.
I gently lowered my aim, and fired. It was a
speeding bullet, on the way to my heart.
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