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Poem:

(At Her Feet)

The way it likes,

To skip a beat,

When you lay it,

At her feet.

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The way it soars,

A hundred days,

When you see,

Her subtle ways.

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A heart betrays,

A thousand times,

In well placed verse,

And harshest lines.

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You bleed a page,

And hope to share,

Every bit,

Of all you care.

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A line of absence,

That will grow,

Till nothing left,

Is all you’ll show.

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She’ll come around,

And you won’t sigh,

A heart won’t skip,

Or long to die.

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But soon you find,

That she is there,

As everything,

Once more does care.

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She’s just a feeling,

You can’t beat,

Though she’ll never see you,

At her feet.

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