Poem 88: She

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She doesn't know

But I think I love her

And I think that I want her

To be mine

She doesn't know

But talking to her

Makes me smile like

I've just won the lottery

She doesn't know

But even writing this

I get a pang in my stomach

From a storm of butterflies

She doesn't know

But no one compares to her

She doesn't know

But everyone else does 

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