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When: a poem


Do you know the day I knew?
Conflicted for weeks,
Thinking I was naive.
But as I stared down at that dirt,
Hand in yours,
Tears streaming down your face,
I knew.
You tried to keep it together
And I held you closer,
Letting you know you are allowed
To be broken with me.
That is the day I knew
I loved you.


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