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This poem is for anyone who at one time felt an infactuation and never followed up. |
| She sat in front of me Sweat glistened her face We made eye contact She smiled with grace I'll never know Her voice echoed in a darkened room I know it would be time to go soon This class helps our stamina grow I'll never know It came to an end A possible friend A relationship to grow I'll never know A coward I am An infiedel I'm not A smile to show I'll never know |