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Lyrical
by Tamy
I see the compassion in his eyes as I leave. He understands the pain I am in, every moment in this hospital reminding me of loss. He remembers night they held me as I cried, holding me together.
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I can't stay away from his side, my love for them is overwhelming. Since the first kiss. The first look into the blue eyes. So close, I felt I was looking into a microscope. Mac's green eyes...I felt as if I was investigating a leaf up close.
Both men together... if they could bottle the looks, it could be used as a weapon. They accuse me of being lyrical, their poet. Maybe they are right, I look to see Mac fire. Don's hand twitches, and it's tempered by cooling ice.
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