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Feb 2019
When you walked in the room
I think time froze
I lost my thoughts
I forgot my next move

My hand remained in the bag
My lips remained chapped
Unable to chew
Unable to swallow my food
I became a statue
11/27/17 12:50p.m.
vinci
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vinci
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