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Jan 2013
1 Hour.
The first of many.
An hour alone with him.

Talking with me
Smiling and laughing
All of his quirks
Without anyone else stealing his gaze

I get to bask in all of him
And show him
What being with me is like

1 Hour
To show him how to fall in love
The amateur poet
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The amateur poet  Wantage, NJ
(Wantage, NJ)   
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