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“Hey! How have you been?”

A simple question,

answered everyday, multiple occasions.

It’s a much more difficult one

being slapped

by a face like this.

"Love tapped," as she calls it.

Our words rhyme,

but hers holds more truth.

I feel dizzy.

She waits.

My heart is nauseous.

Without warning,

it vomits all over her beautiful red dress.

It looked new before...

I don’t remember the look on her face,

just the blood splattered on the saint she was wearing.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Here, I can...”

“No! Go away.”

I don’t allow the situation to breath.

“I… I’m sorry.”

She vanishes from my fixed focus.

Another lovely magician,

if only, I could conceal my tricks like that.

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