that girl

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I'm trying not to be the younger version of myself -
who falls for the knowing look of a lingering stare from familiar wide clear eyes,
who dwells on a calm voice that correctly pronounces my name,
who relives our first and last encounter as if it were our last.

My present self would rather welcome the unexpected chance -
to meet a kind acquaintance who feels comfortable,
to appreciate our chemistry,
to leave us at that.

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