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The party was crowded,
With faces, people and more faces,
Having a time of their lives,
As the rain drizzled heavily outside.Lost within many I stood idle,
Turning around until our glances crossed paths,
Recognizing something undefined,
We retuned our sight to each other—stealing looks,
Awaiting who will make the first move.Slowly you walked in my direction,
And I in yours,
Until a group of girls,
Who seemed to be your friends,
Came in between whatever was meant to be.It did not take long before your friends left us,
Your soft palm gripped gently yet firm in mine,
Giving off pacifying warmth to the cold breeze brewing outside.How did we speak without moving our lips?
Because as our hands were locked,
You heard my thoughts,
And I yours,
Communicating clearly...,
We wanted privacy.—Israel Olorunnisola
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Boys feel too| Poetry
PoetryA poetry collection describing an unpopular truth. 'Boys feel too' is that book for Guys across all races, social backgrounds, beliefs, and identities to let them its okay to feel. More importantly, it's okay to talk about it.