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when i first saw you i saw a light
coming out of your chest your eyes have something in them have no idea what i’m pretty soft-spoken soft-hearted an introvert with you i see angels not only that, but i can overtly tell you about it feel you’ll get me, you know he said simply, in one beat, comfortably sunk in the white leather armchair legs crossed, nice big-buckled belt black hair rebelling on his forehead i wanted to draw the contour of his young lips with my finger caress his words as he uttered them but i stayed put for fear not to chase away the angels that he saw around me mumbled love words were fighting to break loose surround him and cushion all the future blows to his heart yet sweet loud music saved me once again a fake long cough, a quick cold drink then politely cleared my throat. Got out of it gracefully
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