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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=03hC_Ml8aAM&ab_channel=spacevoyage

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She looked across the dinner table -

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The kind with a faded laminate cloth

Peeking out from under magazines, 

Tea cozies, newspapers.

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Write me something beautiful;

Tell me something lasting;

Do something memorable; 

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Make me feel something I never have,

Something I might never feel again.

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He looked her in the eyes - a kind of vague perplexion,

Annoyance, crossing the bridge of his nose.

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Then he threw her spaghetti at the wall. 

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And pointed, comically, into his armpit. 

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