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Sep 2015
Him
I was staring at a dream
My heart hammering
The butterflies exploding
My tongue twisting
My breath quickening
Oh how that smile tangles me up
He looks up and catches me staring
My cheeks blush
I look away immediately
How I wish I had the courage to talk to him.
The Broken Poet
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The Broken Poet  Texas
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