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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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