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Can't Forget

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I know he's close.
I hear his breath,
His eyes on me.
I can't forget,
The way he looks,
Our eyes both meet,
The way he looks and smiles at me.
But as he turns to walk away,
I look down at my nervous hands.
I look back up to see him turn.
Once again, our eyes meet,
And he smiles a smile,
I can't forget.





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