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once again
And
everyday
the
safety
that
was
his
shirt
in
her
eyes
drifted
away
or
swirled
in
so
close
...
a
scrap
of
cloth
under
her
hands
or
a
holy
object
against
her
skin
.
And
somedays
her
hair
hung
limp
and
somedays
it
curled
like
the
mane
of
a
wild
horse
.
And
often
it
wrapped
it
self
in
his
fingers
or
it
whipped
away
in
a
driving
wind
.
And
they
were
never
quite
sure
.
They
went
out
each
day
to
test
the
water
,
to
try
the
boards
of
this
fickle
bridge
.
The
capricious
dance
and
weave...
the
artful
twist
and
flow
of
their
mercurial
bond
.
And
still
they
are
deciding
and
one
day
he
holds
her
close
and
brushes
her
jaw
with
his
lips
,
like
the
caring
lover
he
is
not
.
And
one
day
he
ignores
her
and
cuts
her
down
,
like
the
hateful
enemy
that
he
is
not
.
And
somedays
she
embraces
him
with
warmth
and
love
she
should
not
feel
and
sometimes
she
kicks
at
him
and
cuts
him
,
like
the
heartless
bitch
that
she
can
never
be
.
And
they
still
venture
out
to
this
ever
changing
bridge
...
and
the
only
constant
that
they
have
found
is
that
it
is
always
there
.
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