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Nov 2015
He glances.
I glance.
Our eyes meet.
For an instant,
I love something
It's bubbling through my blood
Dancing in my bones
Leaping through the sky.
Then he glances away.
I follow his gaze.
His warm eyes come to rest
On another girl.
I glance.
He does not.
Alexa Sinclair
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