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Apr 2016
An awkward phase,
We come face to face.
My heart starts to race
In such a peculiar case.

I have nothing to show
And you might say, "No."
I'm prepared to see you go.
My chances with you are low.

Yet, you stayed here with me.
Something I couldn't foresee.
You were looking for my heart's key.
And all I'm filled is glee.
Paramount Pawn
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Paramount Pawn
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