A small poem

Once, I saw a girl walking,
with mid-afternoon coffee,
veering right
and took from that space
a small trifle,
having no idea how perfect she was.

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  1. So to be overly critical…I think that the subject/narative idea of this one is brilliant but I got a little lost in the third and forth lines, they are almost too indeterminant (is that a word? and if so is that how you spell it?)-Then again this poem made the biggest impression on me, so maybe its perfect. I know what you are trying to say, maybe its just a little convoluted. Yay Alexx, write more please! -e

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