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There was a spider by my pillow. I imagined it was hurt and crawling away towards help. If I let it go, I’d never see it again but I would think of the good I did. 

There was hair in your eye. I imagined you were holding your head low because you were crying. If I pushed it aside, you’d look up and I’d see the tear drop.  

There was blood on my hand. I imagined it was from running to stop you. If you wiped it away, your kiss would be a deep scarlet.