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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