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Your Poem

It took me a while to be friends with your poem

At first, I thought she was stuck-up

But I asked her to dance seven or eight times

And I found her rhythm

And she opened up

Sometimes the deeper ones don’t come easy

Anyways the night is young

And so am I

And there are so many complicated needy poems still to unravel 

 

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