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1d
Scrabbling something with my hands in the air.
Turning the twirls of my hair.
Enlargement of my pupil when getting into my sight.
Legs getting paralyzed when you just pass by me.
Flying my soul high when speaking with you.
Distracting myself from ever focusing work.
Proven wrong in escaping from the thoughts of you.
Finding the correct words to continue the convo.
Approaching every single chance to get your attention.
Mistakenly addressing you instead of someone and that sudden realization...
Written by
Amulya Sharma  19/F/India
(19/F/India)   
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