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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-

Submitted: Friday, October 25, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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