A Protest Against Death
Saturday, April 30, 2011
A Fork
Reflections of snowflakes
showed up in his irises
and made it even harder
to look away, so I stared
and when he finally noticed
I blushed and hid my smile.
When I glanced back up,
he was doing the same.
Then I paid for my hot
chocolate and I left.
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