A Brief Encounter
How lucky a penny would prove
Where simple beauty and comfortable elegance laid across the table
Searching for the right combinations the conversation became fluid
Rapier wit and a definitive style attracted individual attention
As time forced its way through, the room became smaller
The game such as it was, now but a mere distraction
The crossroads approaching a separation of spirit; a return to self
Alas, a smile, a farewell
A pleasure
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