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Sep 2013
They met in a bottle neck
Mingling with Excitement and Regret.
As soon as their sights were set,
The gathering, they began to neglect.

He was awe struck by her rapture.
Every atom within her seemed to smile;
Something he had to manufacture,
Was a way to stay around her awhile.

To her, he was uncanny to the others.
The ones that tried to impress her attention.
When he first spoke her being shuddered.
Her heart hung on his word's suspension.

A simple hello is how it began.
She said it first while his brain
was still attempting to comprehend
how to approach this sweet woman.

The party disappeared
As the hours grew queer,
She offered him a ride home because of
the scent of breath in his beer
This has really become a beautiful story. I can't wait to share the rest of it with you all.
© September 5th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown
Written by
Timothy Brown  27/M/America
(27/M/America)   
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