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Oct 2014
Snapping, bopping her lips
with her precious fingertips.
Blushing when she notices
that I noticed she
was different.

I smile, she giggles, roughly
scanning other presences,
to spot that I
am different.

Later on she lost attention
harshly breaking tension
with her unsure eyes.

She confronted me
with reality.
Covering her mouth with her hand
I found land, it is not fair
that I have to be one to care
about being less tall.

Don't catch me if I fall,
don't even worry at all
Daan
Written by
Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
311
   --- and Rose
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