When I think of his smile
I stand for a while
With thoughts that compile
So there's my problem you see?
He won't leave me
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Lost In Myself
PoetryTo those who get lost and don't wanna be found. A collection of short stories and poems... *Short stories aren't as prevalent (Copyrights to readingwithunicorns) *I give copyrights to those who I use quotes from* *Completed
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When I think of his smile
I stand for a while
With thoughts that compile
So there's my problem you see?
He won't leave me
