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Mar 2014
I bite my lips,
to build a fortified dam,
that prevents my true feelings,
from flowing forth,
like a catastrophic flood
and drowning you.

But my cheeks betray me,
and as a forest fire,
a deep blush blazes across my features,
reducing all my defenses,
by allowing you too see,
exactly how you affect me.
Brooke Davis
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Brooke Davis  20/F
       KM, adelaide, jemishiback, ---, amrutha and 13 others
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