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Mar 2018
he stares at me with dedication
never batting an eye

he never does anything more than stare,
as if i am his constant line of sight

a coincidence i suppose

but unlike the others,
he never darts his eyes in a new direction
when mine meet his

we are in a staring contest
me and the boy across the room

not a word said
never a sound made
Written by
Unique  19/F
(19/F)   
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       ---, J, ---, Alec and Khaliyah Keedah
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