Across the class,
past the sea of faces—
I lock my eyes on him—
We stare for a moment
in a dance of questioning eyes,
of observation and wonder.
I **** away
with a smile on my face,
he was looking back at me.
Oct 14, 2011
Oct 14, 2011 at 9:11 AM UTC
Across the class,
past the sea of faces—
I lock my eyes on him—
We stare for a moment
in a dance of questioning eyes,
of observation and wonder.
I **** away
with a smile on my face,
he was looking back at me.
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