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Dec 2012
and there he goes typing
with those ****** up fingers
as he likes to call them
writing his little nothings
or as i prefer to call them
sweet somethings
and every  now and then
he'll grace me with eye contact
and i'll only have a split second to decide
what color his eyes are today
Cheyenne Majors
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