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Jul 2023
Him
When he entered the room
Her heart did quicken
So self-confidant she thought
His look so pleasing
There was an aura  of nonchalance
She surmised
She couldn’t help but stare

He’s the perfect stranger she thought
The kind you don’t find everywhere
So she intentionally bumped into him
He took it from there

One thing led to another
It’s still going on
Written by
Neville Johnson  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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