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I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.III.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.
People reading about the death of Eva Peron, Buenos Aires, Argentina, 1952. Photo by Alfred Eisenstaedt.
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