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immortalized

A glance, wondering what she is doing. No eye contact, because she is focused, on what I don’t know. Squished in her chair concentrating on her life.

A peek of youth runs through my my mind. Reminding me of my inexperience. She looks up as I look away. Never knowing, I exist or that she is immortalized in a poem.

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