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Reconciliation

I confess:
not until I
met you did
I begin to feel
there was something
about the laundry
chute down which we
tumbled:  the waterslide
landslide sheer descent
vertical dive headlong
fall, that cried out to
be encountered as you:

Just a second, please,
my cell phone may be
ringing.  Would you
help me answer it?
Written by marcella1
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