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Faded Loves

March 16, 2010
By Anonymous

There is a boy
He smiles often, laughs always, and frowns
Never
He has shiny blue eyes
Curly black hair
Perfect red lips
His clothes hang off a perfect body
His grin hangs off a perfect face
I watch,
From behind the desks and between the bodies
Past the graying teacher and the pencil sharpeners,
Through the skater boys and goth girls
He sits in the front;
I linger in the back
His swagger captivates me
His laugh dizzies me
And he way he pronounces his T's-
Like I'm about to faint.



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