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You Found Me You found me eating lunch at the Kream & Kone, a mere potentiality, my lips greasy with fried clam strips, my ears made deaf by the drum of time thumming, thumming, like timpani, a constant solar cacophony. I was a mixed metaphor, an old maid in need of rescue. Your Elvis eyes played me like an electric guitar. I trembled, in sync with cosmic chords. Mellowed out. And my onion rings lost their appeal. |
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