Infatuation Poem by Andrew Dabar

Infatuation



She looks at me from across the room, smiles, and looks away again. And then, it's business as usual for her. But my heart, it lifts and sinks. Like a curtain on the breeze. It lifts and sinks again and again.
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Andrew Dabar

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