Jennie rubbed the sandpaper rhythmically along the curved edge of the skateboard deck. On the sixth pass, the gritty paper caught the end of her finger.
"Ow!" Several tiny blood droplets came to the
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He came from out behind the shadows dark,
Of mysteries full I did not presume.
And as he spoke I watched his eyes’ bright spark,
But knew that deep within he held his gloom.
Gradually I broke through, but I assume
Nill. If we proceed, we cannot return.
If we advance then, I fear, it could bloom.
But should it fail, we both will feel the burn.
‘Spite it all, there’s no one else whom I yearn.
I will solve these mysteries that I see;
Of his life and history I will learn,
And, I plea, that he desires to know me.
I pray we’re not too swift, for as I hear
“Bona fortuna!” I hope it’s sincere.
Of mysteries full I did not presume.
And as he spoke I watched his eyes’ bright spark,
But knew that deep within he held his gloom.
Gradually I broke through, but I assume
Nill. If we proceed, we cannot return.
If we advance then, I fear, it could bloom.
But should it fail, we both will feel the burn.
‘Spite it all, there’s no one else whom I yearn.
I will solve these mysteries that I see;
Of his life and history I will learn,
And, I plea, that he desires to know me.
I pray we’re not too swift, for as I hear
“Bona fortuna!” I hope it’s sincere.