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she would lie on her bed

patchwork quilt pulled back

white hair fanned

pooled

across her shoulders

she would hunch over a old

ratty guitar

and play the same song

a simple

no chord tune

of smoke on water

she would gently pluck out the song

on her untuned guitar

every time he would look up from the book he was reading

to gaze

to stare at her delicate form

bent

to fit

at an early age they fell for each other

he was so normal

so regular

and she

his marine

was different

she was the irregular one

she would cock her head sweetly at him

bite her lip

shrug her shoulders

in such a captivating way

that he did not notice

anyone

only her

So they fell

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