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stolen moments and the games we play.
Submitted:Jul 28, 2007 Reads: 155 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
She gives me a look
And her lips slowly curl to a smile
She tilts her head down
To let her hair fall across her face
She turns her gaze down
When I notice her staring
But then she looks back
And then I look away
We play this game coy
As I work up my nerve
She's made her intent known
Now it's my turn to move
We say our hello's
Get to know each other better
And I really admire
The roundabout way she goes just to get there
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