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Jun 2012
i sit here
my mind goes numb
you tend to leer
my mind goes dumb
i smile so slyly, but shyly
and feel as confused as one can feel
your smile is not as highly
but, to my heart, your smile does deal
i see you walking briskly to class
i fall through the darkness
"do you like me?" i long to ask
but your answer would **** me, like a knife of high sharpness
i can't..i just won't
now i'm just a longing willow tree
but you? please don't
cut down my needs
because i'm not going to continue to grow
when this game is over
i'll just go
just like the wind will blow
Sam McCullough
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Sam McCullough  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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