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Oct 2013
I want him
But I can't have him.
I feel him
But can't touch him.
I need him
But can't see him.

I think
This is what you call
A crush.

I've got it bad.
But it feels so good.
I kind of like
This game we play.
Circa 1994
Written by
Circa 1994  Florida
   Tonya Maria, Chuck and R
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