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Jun 2015
Tap, tap.
So began the drum of our feet, our eyes meet,
so began the voiceless lingo, 
 your eyes dart to the floor and I,
your eyes dart between the seat and I,
but you see,
I,
am already out the door,
here you came,
I waited.
Just because I could tell,
You enjoy a good chase
Courtlyn Quay
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Courtlyn Quay  United States
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