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Nov 2014
i like how you look at me.
not with hunger, but with adoration.
we pretend that we can't see,
and neither of us give an invitation.

so we joke and hug;
neither giving a sign of weakness.
being friends; we're warm and snug
with innocent sweetness.
Brooke Dunsmore
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Brooke Dunsmore
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