Aftermath of a Teenage Romance
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1 min readAug 5, 2017
Her name was Rosa — I was in love,
transfixed by her deep blue eyes.
I was too senseless to know the difference
between transfixed and being impaled.
If only then I understood
a rose by any other name
by its nature, still draws blood.
To support the poet’s benign coffee addiction: Coffee.
