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Nervous.

I see you so close to me,
It's all I can do not to touch you,
I want to feel your hand under mine,
Or to talk to you instead of being alert.

I see your smile,
That makes me grin,
You see my grin,
That makes you smile.


I'm nervous.
To be with you.
My fear of being alone,
Makes me want to stay close.

Nervous.





Nervous.

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