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Nov 2020
“Here you go,” he handed me some more grapes. I popped each one into my mouth S he watched me.
“Thanks,” I replied.
“I wanted to ask you out.” I nodded, smirking.
“Right now?” He asked.
“Well there’s no point in asking though is there?” His cheeks flushed, and we were in the back freezer. He smiled, but we didn’t kiss. I rested my head on his shoulder, my whispers were so quiet that not even the angels that sat upon my shoulders heard me.
“I don’t do relationships in professional circumstances.” I told him about Ted, mg best friend.
“It’s okay, I’m here for you.”

“Thanks.”
Again it’s not really poetry. This is just some writing I needed to write. I saw it his scenario in my dream and wrote about it as quickly as I could before it would disappear from my brain.
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Neha Naeem
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