a simple movement of the hand,
a gesture made and then observed,
and he was mad in love: a boy
who'd always been withdrawn, reserved,
but this was her and it was time.
a perfect thing, an answered call:
that would have been so great, had she
liked him a little, or
at all
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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