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i watched your cheeks flush, colored by an air from a calgary cold front your breath made ghosts spill into the night, and gather as if they might not disappear. i had heard a rumor you were moving back home! but even if it was true, i did not expect to hear it from you so bluntly. so it hung in the air like a fever, or a slow moving front and i would not find shelter here, so i braced myself "out!" i cried, "out! are you running to or are you running from? or does it even matter if it won't change your mind?" when you put you hand on mine, i knew. From Letras Mania