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June Fourth

Like any other day

Hanging out with Nolan


The difference?

We knew our feelings

For each other

Knew how our hearts jumped

when our eyes met.


So, want to be my girlfriend?

I felt my heart in my throat

My knees went weak

It was hard to stay afloat


"Uhm, yeah, of course,"

Was all I could squeak

My shyness at its peak

and my face red as a beet.


He smiled, dimples winking,

Great, and all I could this

was this is what heaven felt like.

The End

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