Sebastien St. Fellmore
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I Saw Her
a tremble in the hand out-stretched
her eyes avert and stay astray
afraid of noticement hoping to be noticed
should i give her the poem i've written for her?
walk up to her table and breach the distance
sever the barrier to an us?
pen-smeared papers full of what i cannot say
a thousand leaves of pledges and submissions