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We met; you and I in a concrete maze as the days were getting shorter.
We laughed, joked, drank and smoked.
I was shy, you did not seem to know how beautiful you were.
You were sweet yet uncompromising; ceaselessly and unashamedly yourself.
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this was rather captivating mr. coverdale. it leaves the cliche of summer loving behind for a contemporary and beautifully simplistic ideal. I like the change from 'we' to 'i' to 'you'.. it gave a sense of spontanaety. this, of all your works was my favourite. "wish i'd worn a shirt" was also cool.. in ways.. but it didnt sit as perfectly as this. perhaps some disparity in the metre interupted the flow of that one, making it less effective.
