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Nov 2018
Nothing better to do
Than sit and look at you
So when we are not together
It won't be hard to remember

The small bridge of your nose

The way you lick your lips

And though I'm standing on my tip-toes
You still lower your eyes, under dark-lashed lids

I gaze and gaze
But still the memories fade
I've worn your hazy image out
Too many times to count
I can't get enough of him. I just hope he's thinking about me too.
Samantha
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Samantha  18/F/Waiting for Freedom
(18/F/Waiting for Freedom)   
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