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Poetry
It was only one meeting but you walk away smitten.
Your hands are shaking and covered in liquid nerves.
You’ve lost all concentration and sway in the wind
just like this lone rose you’ve given me.
When you glance back, I smile
Your beating heart lets me know
that you now belong to me.
Are You Really This Weak
Marissa Craig
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