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Nov 2013
I see you across the room,
You look back at me and smile,
It probably means nothing,
But I love it for a while.

I wonder if you like me,
But then I wonder why you would,
If you were to say you like me,
You would hear my heart go thud.

I here from your friend you adore me,
So I bring flowers to your door,
And that's when your words **** me,
You say it is friendship... nothing more.
Josh Murphy
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Josh Murphy  Dublin
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