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You didn’t want to come home again. As predicted there was someone, a friend, who needed you more and im here, pouting and anxious. What do you look like sitting on that couch? How are your green eyes glowing? Smiling? Waiting? For what? What are you waiting for so fervently? What has you on the edge of the couch laughing head thrown back, milky neck like a motioned statue of ancient rhyme? How do your hands arc through the air as you speak eloquently about the state of relationships and men ...