Lend Me a Suitor

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You
cast a hazy smoke of magic
over everything you do.
Casting a glow of perfection
on such ordinary circumstances.

And I
can’t seem to grasp onto your
book of charms long enough to
fill my life with that same sense of mystery.

No one proposing to me on the 6:35 train to Kansas City.
I’m still struggling to fit two frayed suitcases
into the overhead bin.

Could you lend me a suitor?

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