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May 2014
Three small words,
one huge meaning,
hide on my tongue,
always fleeting.

when i see you they clammer inside,
"Should we introduce our selves? No, lets hide"

They want to meet you,
but they're quite scared
that you won't like them,
and they'll be embarrassed

Maybe  someday
They'll be brave
Written by
Abigail Keenan  Mass
(Mass)   
335
   Sara fairmeal
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