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Feb 2021
A foreign flutter, their distant mutter.
They speak of you, what to do,
My mind dances, I blow my chances.
She slips out of view, my view
So I stared to talk to this new girl and so far I really like her, I just feel like I’m being obsessive and annoying, even when she says I’m not. Ugh it’s hard.
Richard Graydon
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Richard Graydon
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   Eshwara Prasad
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