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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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