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Jan 2015
You just come to like them,
You don't know them well,
You don't know whether they're good or bad,
You don't know what they like and dislike,
yet you are drawn into them.

An unlucky one,
when no reason, not anything,
could explain to yourself,
as no words could be made into an answer,
you'll keep asking more,
maybe it happens naturally,
your heart caught on before your mind does.

But i say feel,
because this is one of way life thrills.
Lisa
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