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Chalkboard Dust

he got down on one knee
in Mrs. Kreider’s  
third grade classroom,
chalkboard dust in his hair
and earnest affection  
on his handsome face;
pledging his true love
to me forever,
he sealed the deal  
with a tiny silver ring;
I didn’t love him back
and I’m pretty sure  
he knew it,
but we each practiced  
settling for what we could get
whenever what we  
really (really) want
is just out of reach;
turns out forever isn’t
nearly as long as  
I’d imagined it would be ~
I still have the ring  
but he changed his mind  
about the love  
before second semester
was even over
Written by LunaGreyhawk
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NaPo 2021 22/30 82 unique words
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