The Mystery Girl Poem by Phineas Poe

The Mystery Girl



There was no mystery
in the mystery girl,
she lived,
and she hurt,
like the rest.

And I loved the way she danced me,
oh, did she entrance me!
But I couldn’t,
or I wouldn’t,
then I did-

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