September 23, 2008
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Those damn butterflies!
Every time he comes into my sight,
They attack my defenseless stomach
Like a wolf,
Pouncing at a dying rabbit.

Girls desire him,
Swooning at his sight.
They claim they have no chance.
But they have no idea
What it is like
When the one you love most
Is a boy
Who loves girls.

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