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<![CDATA[*When*
When did our battles become about challenging the best of the other,
not defending our selves?
When did teasing cease to be cutting and become comforting?
When did his presence go from expected to accepted?
When did blue eyes learn to see through Vulcan walls?
When did his step start keeping with mine?
When did he become my friend?
When did his presence go from accepted to wanted?
When did his voice go from goad to lure?
When did his hands go from healing to arousing?
When did his smile become the reason for living?
When did we become we?]]> |
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