210. It Was So Easy

Like I didn't have to hide,
At least far by much,
The words from my voice.

But initiation wasn't mine,
Simply reciprocation.

Who's to say,
Engagement didn't lead to my
Excitement for participation.

A pink rose to distract,
From the hand that pushed.

Blinded by memory,
Perhaps I forgot,
It was tragically difficult.

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