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Feb 2019
Fumbling
She fell and fumbled my heart.
She dropped it again and again.
But your hands are steady and kind.
I can't stop fumbling for words,

Hey
Not a fan of blank verse. Blegh.
James LR
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James LR  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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