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The first time I felt love,
was when I
learned
to be
Still
And
she let
her braids
hang down in
a cascade that hid her eyes.
Those minutes spent within
that local bus
motionless
by Her
were
full
of fret
fearing I
might forget
The first time I felt love.
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RandomAn offering of small tales laced with intrigue and delights. Sometimes I need an escape from topical poetry in the pursuit of more fantastical renderings. No rules, no boundaries, no truth in the lies. Yet, when you live in the lie everything inside...
