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The One

The One

When I think
Of the one I like
I begin to smile
With delight
The warmth and comfort
Of which he brings
Makes me let go
Of random things
I get butterflies
When I think
Of the one
Who makes me sink
His voice is soft
With a touch
A mountain spring
Isn’t much
They way he holds
Takes a toll on me
This is why
He is the one





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