That man had the sleekest style.
I saw his smirk from a mile.
He spoke free but harbored mystery.
Hell didn't break free when we disagreed.
I could tell he liked me from a glance.
We met one day by mere chance.
I should've inquired about his name.
Not asking him out was a real shame.
If we hadn't met in person, I would have swept right.
From head to toe, he was my type
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Grains of Graphite Book 1
PoetryGrains of Graphite is a North American poetry collection focusing on a wide range of emotions, many of which are intimate.
