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Feb 2011
As I sit here thinking,
Her words keep coming and my heart keeps beating.
As I sit here wanting,
Her lips keep teasing and my feet keep freezing.
As I sit here wishing,
Her hair keeps swaying and my arms keep reaching.
As I sit here loving,
Her eyes keep looking and the world stops turning.
Written on January 25th, 2010.
Enzo Badia
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