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May 2013
you can't quite seem
to put your finger on it.
and there doesn't seem to be
a name for it:

what do you call it when
he smiles
and you can physically feel
your heart dropping
into your stomach?

what do you call it when
he looks at you
and your breath catches
in your throat?

what do you call it when
he walks into a room
and nothing else
can draw your attention
away from the tall beautiful figure
making its way
through the door?

do you call it love?
or something else entirely?
quinn collins
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quinn collins  new york
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