That stare,
Capable of awakening my nape hair.
That slight smile,
Which makes my heart run a mile.
That accidental touch,
As sweet as a fudge.
That red hue on my cheek,
The very moment I try to sneak.
That frantic eye-marathon,
When my friends see that paragon.
And, that broken heart at the end of the day,
When I again get to know my luck is made of clay
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~ A
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