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Jun 2014
When I see you, my knees become weak, my throat constricts & my voice disappears.
But
When I see him, I smile and the words float out my mouth.

I think of you, I think of him.
I miss him, I miss you.
He speaks, you're.. just silent.
Your blue eyes, his brown.
So different, yet I could drown in either.
For 168 & 142
Schanzé
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Schanzé  Cisgender Female/South Africa
(Cisgender Female/South Africa)   
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