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Poetry

A simple movement or a gentle smile

gathers all the women to prey upon him.

Like vultures they encircle,

pecking at any exposure of flesh.

 

He survives but is surrounded by unwanted jealousy

from his comrades. 

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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