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Tag: Dreams
Girl behind the desk
She sat there all intense,
About to throw the desk and get over with it.
And then she sighed and smiled,
She knew I was watching her then.
She sat there all intense,
About to throw the desk and get over with it.
And then she sighed and smiled,
She knew I was watching her then.