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A POEM FOR ANASTASIA

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We met at hiking club.
Her joy filled the room.
Her laughter made me happy.
Her smile made me bloom.
Her absence made me sad.
Her absence drove us
mad.
Men hit on her by the drove.
By the flock.
She never said no.
Every gent that sidled up
was a
YES.
She was crazy.
Crazy
in love.
With love.
We crept in the bushes.
We danced on the frozen pond.
We flirted.
We embraced.
We got as close as you can get without touching.
Each other’s soul.
Now she is no more.
Now she is a leaf on my back.
Fallen to the floor.
Step on it.
Smash it to pieces.
Mash it under
Foot.
The hell with love.
Give me hate.
Hiking club is no more.
Tis
but fate.