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May 2015
You are so many things:
A blossoming tree, laden with potential,
A snowy field, unblemished by tracks,
An unfamiliar language, beautiful in your complexity.
You hold the promise of excitement- happiness.
Your novelty is captivating.
But if I've learned anything from the past,
It is to set my expectations low-
That nothing is as splendid as it seems from afar.
So forgive me for keeping my distance;
I will stay just out of reach
For as long as possible,
Because as soon as you get too close,
I will see you for what you are,
And your mystique will fade.
Victoria Kay
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Victoria Kay  New York
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