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Apr 2015
when gazing at your lovely soft blue eyes
I am captured and held by the vast depth
motionless and memorized, I sit still
my focus intent, my breath is shallow
the slightest film of sweat forms on my brow
the tightness in my chest is like a vice
a low gurgle rises from my belly
I think I am sure to faint or be sick

How can I combat these feelings of fear?
Will my love forever remain unknown?
each new day I struggle to find a way
to move past this insanity and find
a way to express the things that I feel
will today be the day… I think, “No way.”
Sam Temple
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Sam Temple  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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