"My name's Chloe,"
she introduced,
as selves do.
He offered her a sheepish smile
fueled by vending machines
and the promise of Saturday.
"Pleased to meet you, Chloe."
"I'm new," she said.
He paused, screwed up his eyes
as though recalibrating,
then smiled again.
"Pleased to meet you, Nu."
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Heartpen: Poems of a Cardiac Quill
PoetryAdventure calls to seekers from different eras, different towns, even different worlds. Paths cross. Journeys intertwine. This poetry book highlights mysteries that drive us. It explores loss, endurance, and the struggle to find truth. Featuring gr...
