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Jun 2012
I knew from the first day
that this boy
the one with the bright eyes
and crooked smile
yeah I'd be thinking
about him
for a while
I'm sorry this isn't
what you want to hear
that I've been gawking
all year
from across the room
and when I speak to him
I let his words
fall upon me
like the sweetest perfume
my mind six months
ahead of our small talk
as I picture him asking
me to go for a walk
so I apologize
for the fizz
that escapes my lips
when you inform me
"Yo. I have dibs."
Written by
N M
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