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September 12, 2008
By Anonymous

I felt his breathless stare watching me.
His cold eyes following my every twitch
He opened his mouth, as if he were to speak,
Then immediately closed it, like a teasing treasure chest of
Words. I felt his hand on mine, and for a moment, we were one,
But that moment quickly vanished, and we were back to our silent ritual.

First Dates are very awkward.

The author's comments:
This poem is about the seriousness of how awkward a first date is....haha....

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