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The Visit

You hand me the bracelet without meeting my eyes - A wordless expression that betrays the casualness between us. It's a symbol, a sign That you haven't forgotten. My face burns with emotion and I quickly turn to face the sea As decade-old feelings crash through my veins. I open my palm to find a string of blood-red roses - Ten bakelite buds that threaten to bloom. The cold December wind suddenly reminds me of my present. I know I'm breaking the rules by accepting this gift – The red rose is an ancient symbol of intention, Of love stronger than thorns. But this is precisely why I can't hand it back. Courting the illicit, I place it on my wrist. I am shackled. Later that night, after you've gone, I lie next to him in the dark and count the buds between my fingers, Like rosary beads. Each one a prayer to the past, A commemoration of our communion.

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Date: 3/8/2025 6:03:00 PM
This is absolutely stunning. The poem carries a quiet intensity, a restrained passion that simmers beneath the surface. It reads like a scene from a beautifully melancholic film--an encounter charged with unspoken words, longing, and an inescapable past.
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Date: 3/11/2025 12:47:00 PM
Wow, thank you for taking the time to respond. I really appreciate it!

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