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It’s jealous love; each sees in the other what they desire. Would he could consume her creativity and originality or she contain the freedom his fortune affords.
Dawn burnishes the east. He is already polished.
“Your hair is a mess.”
Silk ribbon will tame unruly curls.
The burners belch hoisting the basket to clearer air. She drops the marker but misses the target.
He shoves, she pushes, the basket tips.
Ribbon sliding through fingers, wicker scraping knees, feet peddling in thin air.
With bitterness they acknowledge that what they desire most is someone to hold tight.
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