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(Press play, and start reading)

7:50:

Lightning stuck the lamp post and there you were looking at me.

My god,  never has so much existed in 
such a small sliver of time.

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(wait for music)

Standing in front of me,

I brushed the hair from your face to behind your ear.

White light on soft skin and green eyes.

A smile growing from with in.

A split second turned into 470,

and I sat there and watched you. 

Slowly through time.

~M