The Touch
I knew not when we met it would be forever
for it was such a fleeting glance, a finger touch
against your painted nails, ‘till recently concealed;
yet it lingered for a fleet and one, whoever
was, that held a second long, it doesn’t matter much,
for in that brevity of time, our fate was sealed.
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