they were a strange couple.
tethered together by asking
each other
at the crack of dawn,
what and where she we eat today.
her with blue
hair,
him with his guns and plaid array.
her far side
glasses perched low on her nose.
quite the pair. but love has
no eyes. love
hears no words.
love just knows what it knows,
what goes
on in-between
it hardly cares.
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