We met one day in winter, and your charming presence warmed me up.
You were a pleasure to speak with and looked mesmerizing closeup.
Our conversation went on for many hours, keeping me enthralled.
Wish I had dragged on our long meeting and found a way to have stalled.
Both of us spoke up until the clock said it was time to part ways.
At the time, I asked for your phone number while in a happy daze.
But I'm sullen for I don't have your information nowadays.
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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.
