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Nov 2014
Too striking,
those two dark eyes-
both heartbreakers.
Mine less gorgeous.
Like my flowery perfume,
my short, flirty skirt,
supposed to be charming.
But, as we danced
His eyes flitted
briefly to my neck or my hair
Not jealous
Studying
Scolding
my droll twirl
Written by
AStranger
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   --- and JES
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