Firsts
Nervous.
Sweaty palms clasp together,
rub slowly creating friction.
Chapped lips and blood-shot eyes.
They’ve been planning this for weeks
and now they’re at a crossroads,
time to begin.
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I write poetry. Whenever I get around to typing it up, I post it here. Mostly in large batches once every few weeks or so. Enjoy.
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