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February 18, 2024
Going Out on a Limb
I wanted to caress her commas,
Be stopped dead-in-my-tracks
By her poise and punctuation.
Hyphened by her kiss
With her lips of exclamation.
Having to grab (f)our words
While falling:
"I loved you forever!"
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