Fine Writes #6: “FIRST” (Original Poem)
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F I R S T
Let’s meet.
Where our thorns collide
Amidst the feeling
of gauche
Sat in a cold bench
and talked till dawn
The first time I felt
I belong
Bred me the feeling
Where my stomach flies
and mind runs wild.
—It was love.
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