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First Impressions


Oh! Outstretched hands implore; I insist on taking them. Calloused they may be But all the while worth more Than their salts: Eyeing ahead to the outcomes Of butterfly occurrences, Or hesitation swallowing, Of forged opportunities Or forgotten times... But I digress. Come, I invite you: Take me in How you see fit, And form your first impressions. Only your reach will connect us- Shall you take the chance?
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Nich

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a-voice-in-the-crowd
<p>I really like this :)</p>
Nich
<p>Thank you very much!</p>
Hayley.Edwards
<p>Dude, props. I really like this.&nbsp;<img alt="yes" height="20" src="http://www.powerpoetry.org/sites/all/libraries/ckeditor/plugins/smiley/images/thumbs_up.gif" title="yes" width="20" /></p>

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