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I stood by the table
Alongside the chips and dip Between them and the pop Watching the others dance And quietly swaying to the music He's swaying across from me Black hair wisping across deep blue eyes I stop swaying and try desperately not to stare But he keeps striding firmly across the room Coming towards me like we're magnetized Our eyes meet and I shyly look away "Excuse me" he murmurs "Yes?" I question "You're blocking the chips" |
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really good
funny i know ive been there |
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