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Jan 2015
During lunch, whenever I stared at the binding of a book
it wasn't my Calculus homework.
It was you.

At the movies with my friends, a romance on the screen
it wasn't that I craved.
It was you.

And at three in the morning, when I couldn't sleep,
it wasn't anxiety for a piano recital.
It was you.

It was always you.
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