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Aftermath of a Teenage Romance

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.

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