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A Bad Open
- Griffin Hamilton
- Apr 11, 2024
- 1 min read
Awkward shuffles and shaky hands,
wordless jumbles and darting eyes.
This single instance,
may determine my damnation.
A friend or foe,
is what hangs in the balance.
And I’ll await their judgment
of my worst, first, impression.
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