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Apr 2015
So theres* this guy,  laying over there,
I think he might kiss me, but hell probably just stare. When I start to talk I look over and see this guy right here already staring at me. I wonder what it is. About my face or expression that has him confused about all my intentions. I show him affection but does he realise. That every thing I do is real for this guy.
Written by
Tameica Lee Hammick
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   Pax
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