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Infatuation
She wanted to put her hand in his back pocket
And run her fingers through his spiky hair
He wanted to help her wear that heart shaped locket
He wanted to. . .but all he could do was stare
He wanted to take that hand and peck it
And hold onto her tiny waist
She wanted to touch his eyes that for her lit
She wanted to. . .but her eyes knew not the case
Their eyes lowered and
Unaware they...
Tuesday 6th February 2018 2:14 am
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