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Sep 2016
ZN
You are kind and gentle and sweet,
your voice, my favorite melody,
your soft dark eyes, my weakness,
your smile makes me sheepish.
Who would've though it would take so little?
A glance, a smile, a joke, a laugh,
and there it was;
that warmth in my chest,
that glow to my cheeks,
that sparkle in my eyes,
and color flowed into my world like tears I would never cry,
because you,
are my kinda guy.

*finger guns
I never had any clue a convention would lead me to love. Thank you.
Lost
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Lost  20/F/probably my bed
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