He smiled.
My face felt so hot
my hand grabbed his arm
and I wanted him to know why.
At that moment he was an exact quote;
a Shakespeare.
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He smiled.
My face felt so hot
my hand grabbed his arm
and I wanted him to know why.
At that moment he was an exact quote;
a Shakespeare.
I didn't want to say anything misconstrued
but how had I stopped speaking entirely?
Maybe a poem
is on my index finger
the words scribbled in red
signed,
God