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19h
We shared a glance
We'll keep it our secret
We're holding hands
Behind the bleachers
You keep on smiling
You're making it weird
But I like your face
So I think I'll keep it
You tied my laces
Knelt down to my sneakers
It felt like a moment
My heart fell out my T-shirt
You're not just some guy
I giggle to my friends with
You've become my guy
And thats all that matters
Harry Gione
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Harry Gione  21/Androgynous/South Africa
(21/Androgynous/South Africa)   
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       Timothy and Mary Huxley
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