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Poppy    (Continued)

with short stolen kisses
under street lamps
where her lips should not be pressed
the second time
he came toward her
Now she looks into his eyes
and studies the small hints of color in them
the memories hidden behind his irises
she thinks that
she's falling in love

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I like your poem because it's like flash fiction only prettier.
Nov. 14, 2012 at 5:23 PM • Report