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The Way You Smile At Me
as we get near
at the junction of our new directions
i could not help but notice your smile
i understand perfectly what you are hinting
you will offer something that i dream of
like your heart on a golden platter
i would like to take it
with my own hands
and keep it whole
i want it forever
but no
things do not just stop in there
there is also an exchange
a price that i must pay
you will also take everything i have
my soul my body
it is there on the curve of the smile like a scythe
i am not ready as always to part with what i treasure
my body my soul my independence my mind
and so i turned back
to the old ways of my home
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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