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Well... (We've Got To Get By Somehow)

It’s interesting how the

Shyer crowds manage

To communicate with each other

 

A silent eye conversation

Of pure flirtation

All the extroverts oblivious

 

A trail of fingers across warm skin

The teacher snaps at a popular pair playing footsie

And the two continue their game

 

The sneaky ********

Were never suspected, until!

One turned up with a love bruise

 

Gasp!

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molly-pendleton
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Oct 17, 2011
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