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Feb 2018
No
I won't make casual conversation
with you
I don't trust my cheek
Not to blush
More I think,
it gives me fright
What if my face
unfold mattersΒ Β of my heart
Bundled up in lace
You need to stay exactly
Where you are
or else I won't recognise
new me...
imnthea
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