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Your hand read,

Professor, I promise never to speak out of line again.

It was carved in like a horrible memory,
One of those ones that you just can't escape.

The library emptied and left just you and me and I followed with the simple words,

'Are you okay'

You nodded and smiled,
Then covered your hand like a child who's hiding a big mistake,

You told me your name and my eyes began to trace every curve on your body,
You were so perfect.

You left the library so elegantly,
Like a swan on a lake,
But be careful my darling with skin made of porcelain,
If you fall to hard, you might break.

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