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Poetry

A simple movement or a gentle smile

gathers all the women to prey upon him.

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Like vultures they encircle,

pecking at any exposure of flesh.

 

He survives but is surrounded by unwanted jealousy

from his comrades. 

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There is even a cold stare from the one he truly loves,

a man so close but a thousand years away.

He Wants a Flower from His Own Garden

Marissa Craig

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