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You called in him
Dragged him
Held onto his shirt
Pressed your lips against his

You looked back
Through the glass
Across the tables
Of friends and fables

Amidst a group of strangers
You peeked
As you looked at me
I selfeshly asked myself
Did you do it for me?








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