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Mar 2012
The smell of White Chocolate Cappuccino permeates the room
Typing, clicking, and Supernatural fill the empty background around us
I shift to prop my sore knee up and you comfortably rest your feet next to my lap
Now all I can do is glance over at you
As I look you meet my eyes
And I can’t help but wonder
What are you thinking behind those beautiful, all-seeing eyes?
Shane Carmichael
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