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those always hit straight in the heart

You like the way the leaves crush under your feet; I like the way they fall slow from the trees, shaken loose by the wind. You like the heat of the stove and putting food down on the table for everyone; I like the fulfillment of putting away the last clean dish. You like the feel of fennel in between your teeth; I like the way wine drips down my throat. You like hardwood, slick and fast; I like carpet, plush and sturdy. You like telling a story as you look into the fire; I like the way your eyes fix on mine while our mouths move. You like the tenderness of the mothers in the movies. You like the city, you like the trees, you like the way the world moves and shakes and turns no matter who left today.

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