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Jun 2020
Her
I'll never be her,
She's what you prefer.
As I walk by,
Pretend to be shy.
When you laugh,
Just to say in my behalf:
I'll look into your eyes of blue,
To say I love you.
Please don't mind,
The little guys running down my cheeks.
They've been confined
For quite some time.
But I don't dare,
Because I know you won't care
Written by
itsshelbygrace  F
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   Agata Ewa
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