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May 2015
The way he looks at me,
the way he smiles at me.
I wonder what it feels like..
To what..?
Feel envious,
Hate,
Love..?
His green eyes, look at me.
His eyes make me feel bare.
My emotions are fleeting,
to some mythical place.
Written by
Mikayla  Littleton
(Littleton)   
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