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Cold Feet (Free verse) by gregsamsa222
I was headed to her apartment
you know
when it just
I just felt like
it was all futile, dating her
She's sweet and all
does the right things, studies and smiles
wears ironed pants and simple sweaters
and her books are always stacked on her desk
like a wedding cake
you know
large notebook then a smaller notebook
then a smaller textbook then the smallest textbook
A four-tiered monument to safety
rising up on her desk
There's nothing wrong with that
It's safe
you know
I shouldn't have taken astronomy this semester
Some people shouldn't take classes that show you
how small you are
or how small everyone else is
in the universe
I should stick to business classes
where men are gods and life's purpose is clearly defined
you know?
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