A glimpse into the past was seen
when I met him, first day at Kean.
Familiar personality,
one that had brought pain to me.
Promiscuous, but yet serene,
a glimpse into the past was seen.
Biceps bulging, short-sleeves cuffed,
I knew him not, but well enough.
Intentions not admirable,
though he was still desirable.
A glimpse into the past was seen,
he doused old wounds with his saline.
This time I won't be so naive.
The words he says, I won't believe.
Refuse to be where I have been,
a glimpse into the past was seen.
*Amber
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