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Nov 2012
It was that stare
We stood so far, we both couldn't bare
that desire for each other we both knew that,
started during that friday night with a little chat.
It was extraordinary alright, for me at least.
I cant help but think, hoping you're not some kind of beast.
Unfolding each layer, piece by piece,
he holds me tight into a squeeze
I feel safe, Im at home
Feelings come back yet so unknown.
Anticipating for a stumble
Will my heart yet again crumble?
Written by
Ash Dee  Ph
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