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A Quick Hello
It’s a magical thing
How some people stick
With you,
Sometimes even those
You haven’t met
In waking hours,
When just a quick hello
Though you know
She’s someone
Else’s lover,
Takes you places
You don’t understand,
Where blood flows quickly
Pulses beat to a mystical
Rhythm,
And smiles drop on your lips
Seemingly from out of
nowhere.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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