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I met a girl on the bus. Well, I say met, If your definition of met, Is stared at creepily. An hour of daydreaming, An hour of imagining, Your voice, Your scent, Your personality. An hour of pure bliss, And you were gone. You will be missed.

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conor-wilson

English

For You?

Written by

conor-wilson

English

Published: Nov 13, 2012
LinesWords: 1247

Notes: It pains me to know I'll never get to know you.

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