Greed

 

I was captivated 

All at once

I saw her by the edge of someone's shoulder

And she saw me 

Even though I had been 

Shorter of who 

Whoever was at my front

I must've stared too hard

For whatever reason

I felt no embarrassment

Turning my head following 

Her eyes

And though in that split second

I felt that I could take her all in

I was mistaken

She was utterly utterly graceful

That even I

Forgot her face.

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