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It's 1954
It’s 1954:
You can almost smell that very distinctive, dusty-musty vintage-store odor.
A diversion. There she is.
She looked ultra feminine.
With her Wayfarer-ish frames, to her glam and sleek fashion.
To you, she would look like a Hollywood starlet.
You feel if you can take the right turn…
Her charms can go both ways. Nowadays you look hopelessly at her with love in the eyes.
Love, a diversion that can look minimal to everyone but the eyes of you. Love goes in cycles.
Being the ideal way of the eccentricity the way it feels.
Why you love.
She being the why.
Her retro charms going both ways.
To me, it’s 1954 and you are the diversion. You being the why. You being the love… You being her<3
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This poem is about an old man remembering back to when he saw his wife for the first time.