The night watched over us. We inhaled the same air and blew out a single breath.
When we met he kept his hands in his pockets. Later I found out he was holding pennies, he said it calmed his nerves. Life had us walking in the same circles until he clumsily tripped, now our hearts beat together and our lips met every day more than once. A picture frame on his desk froze us in a youthful haze. We once were strangers.
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