Shy Heart

February 22, 2013
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A fleeting glance across the class
A crumpled note sent by some pokes
Travelling, until it landed in my lap.
I gasp as my fingers grasp
My eyes behold what I unfold
To find your beloved words
Erased and rewritten,
The efforts for good penmanship
Left by a few faded markings.

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