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Sep 2014
Sometimes
I catch him just looking at me
and my mind goes blank.
The way he looks at me
is one of the best feelings;
I feel wanted,
I feel like I'm the person that someone else
needs.
The way he holds on to me
feels like he never wants to let go
and I feel more than safe
but I can't have any of it.
I can't fall for the way he
gazes at me
andΒ Β I can't long for the way he
holds me.
Written by
Trinity Jones  Berkeley
(Berkeley)   
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