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Reena Saxena

The sky outside is stormy and dark. Lightning flashes in the
sapphire blue of your eyes. My palms and soles are cold. You are furious about

The stewardess pours a steaming latte in the Styrofoam cup,
and it wobbles a bit.

Is it going to be my last
sip of life?

Suddenly, you smile and I feel the warmth returning. Your
anger was not about me. I wonder what has been troubling you. Can I do
something to help?

I walk out of the café with heavy feet. I don’t want my happiness to be so dependent on you.

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  1. rain to eye see
    the light
    and the librarians
    are annoyed
    by my pesky neighbor!

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  2. it’s 102 weeks since the first hug-
    You’d think chances are for the hole dug-
    Oh it’s simple I find joy and happy in each moment-
    I just see all others you’ve chosen-
    Indepence seems adapting to without with a shrug.

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