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Undiscovered

My love is unknown, undiscovered. Where is my christopher cloumbus claim it? I reach out my hand, only to clasp emptiness, air, where is your hand? Every time i think of you i smile, and in my randomness i blankly stare off into the distance, am i invisible to you? Your on my mind way too often, always taking over any current thoughts, shutting my off from everyone else, into my own world. I love you.



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