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Oct 2018
He could lie,
and say
that the beautiful boy’s
god-forsakenly perfect
curls didn’t make
butterflies
slash
and thrash
in his stomach
every time he threw
that pretty smile
his way,
as every single time
he fumbled to catch it
short draft that came to mind
Grace
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Grace  F/like I'd tell you!
(F/like I'd tell you!)   
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