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Aug 2014
I find myself jealous of her fingertips because of the way they run through her hair...

I can't stand the way her smile makes me feel.
I can just see her melt.
The way her eyes glow when we see each other.
How she walks,
And how she acts like she doesn't feel the same way I do.

It drives me insane.
And I hope it isn't all in my head.
Drake Taylor
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Drake Taylor  Mississippi
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