Aleksandar Duravcevic, Another Winter, (2006/2007).
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Aleksandar Duravcevic, Another Winter, (2006/2007).
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He: You're looking at me that way again... Like you’re curious.
She: And you keep acting like you’re mysterious.
He: Maybe I am.
She: Maybe you’re just trouble.
He: Same thing, isn’t it?
She: …Maybe. But I’m not admitting it.
He: And if I said I liked you, would you run?
She: If I said I might, would you chase?
He: Every step.
She: Then I’ll walk slowly… Just to see if you mean it.
He: Be careful if you keep looking at me like that and I might forget to behave.
She: Be careful if you keep talking like that and I might dare you to prove it.
He: I don’t need a dare.
She: Good. I wasn’t planning on giving you one.
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Fifty-seventh day
"Do you ever think of her?" you said in a hush, Whispered in my ear, a lingering crush No one would want to remember, a silent plea (But you remembered, oh, you remembered, see?) "Do you ever think of her?" louder, you queried I started to wonder, my thoughts now varied (You remember, don’t you, how the air grew thin, When her name slipped through like a hidden sin) "Is she in your thoughts?" you asked without sound I smiled — "No," as my pulse unwound (Of course, she lingers, though I never speak, In the space between us, quiet and bleak)