7 || Glimpse Of Kindred-Soul

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I hope she doesn't catch my eyes as the butterflies rise, how can she sit there and make my heart feel like it's about to explode, does she know? That I adore her presence she's my anchor, or does she know what I feel, or maybe not? Silly, she would never notice.

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I hope she doesn't stop smiling I want her eyes to meet mine, what's on those mind I wonder what she likes, how she can sit there and look lovely, my hands itching to reach her and tell everything, does she know? How I'm deeply drowned in her, she's the sky, my safe place, or does she knew what I feel or maybe not? Who knows.


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