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Shorty

With innocent stare,
From behind long chestnut hair.
Your sweet beauty rare,
I wish only for you to care.

To see your grace,
Has me racing to keep pace.
Desiring only a space,
To beside you find my place.

I can’t help but to stare,
With my vision laid bare.
I wish for you to share,
And feel for me with more to spare.

It comes to my feelings end,
With care to you I send.
Take care my heart not to rend,
While I hope for a happy end.

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