Goosebumps

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We were sitting in class,

Watching the Bee movie.

When to learn to whisper,

In my ear.

"He stings the man in the butt."

Your breath,

Makes hundreds,

Of goosebumps appear,

On my neck.

It tickles but I like it.

To know you that close,

To feel your lips brush my cheek.

But then you sit back.

The warmth is gone,

Your lips are gone,

Your breath is gone.

I hope you know,

You just caused my death..

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