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A Hermit’s Way to Repartee

I like how your nose
scrunches a bit at the
sides as it rises when
you pause at the end

of a particularly gos
sipy sentence. Am
I saying, perhaps,
that your disdain

is your charm?
I am the kind of
person who shuffles
through crowds in

search of even the
tiniest glints of hope
from those who, along
the way, I encounter.

(Casting Aspersions)