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Jan 2019
I noticed her fragrance first
like a rose without thorns,
had she noticed me?
had she seen my pages torn?

We walked to a small stream,
where the heron stands
and tender leaves move unnaturally.

I noticed her ancestral hands,
strong, with immaculate structure
like the temple of Artemis.

We talked and her eyes seemed emboldened
and trust me, I noticed.
T daniels
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T daniels  28/M/hudson nh
(28/M/hudson nh)   
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