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Oct 2013
We met once
You didn't ask to buy me a drink
You smiled, but didn't laugh when I told you my name
That sweet, side smirk of yours
I thought you were pretentious,
But when I turned back there you stood
Undefeated, and I knew.
Written by
M R  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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