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Him #1

I hear him laughing,
I see him smiling,
The least thing I can do was just looking.
My heart already aching.

Secretly listening to his story,
Nothing to worry.
His jokes I hear that's corny,
Me who thinks it's funny.

Another accident touch,
Squealing with a punch.
Feeling a hunch,
Ignoring it with lunch.

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