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Apr 13
I like it when you walk beside me,
your shoulder always taps mine.
I do not know what kind of spell you got me under,
but it’s not that very kind.
You look at me with two black marbles,
that pierce my eyes blind.
My body melts from the inside out,
every time your eyes meet mine.
Walking home
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