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Always A Question
It was always
A question why,
When she touched base
Took time to say hi,
The world would stop
For those moments
Her words held him
Tightly in their sights,
Perhaps the old phenomenon
Too impossible to believe,
Maybe the conception
Teased her mind,
The reason for her
Evasiveness for days
After his response.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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