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I sat behind my daily amazement in awe, Eager to glance
Over his broad Shoulders for a silent glimpse of someone else he was loving,
The image of a girl on his phone to beautiful for us to compare pierced my mentality,
My eyes fluttered with the daily routine of confusion and hurt, the next image,
I’m Speechless, The image Of him and I in a memory bound to precious
to grasp, I was plunged Into the stunning depiction,
Dance with it, laugh with it, He cranes His necked and began to giggle;
He knew my invisible presence was Present the whole time,
And I his first love so Ashamed, He smiled So patient so understanding,
He placed his hand upon mines,
“Don’t be afraid, I still love you.”





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