Voldemort

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In my stomach a flutter

In my cheeks I blush

When we speak I stutter

My face burns a blush


I hurt when you talk to her

I didn't think I would care

My eyes begin to blur

but all I can do is stare


I want to be mad

I am in a way

Mostly I'm sad

I just want you to stay



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