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i noticed every boyish grin,

every look,

and every discrete glance

my way.

i memorised your touches,

and was left mesmerised 

with the way your eyes lit up

every time your fingers

found the zipper of my jeans,

or whenever

i mentioned her name.


i'm not her; h.k

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