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And then, she asked me,
"Would you happen to know?"
Know what? I reply.
"What's wrong with you, of course."
Striking me like a lighting bolt,
I fight to keep my mouth upright,
No words seeming to form.
I shake my head.
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Time // Poetry
Poetry[Status: Ongoing] Here, you'll find that I write about anything and everything, all in the form of short, direct poetry. © -jungtoast 2019
