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He was in that class,
I was in here.
Just one floor below me.
One flight of stairs.
So close,
Yet so far.
I would miss his smile.
His raven hair,
Brown skin,
Tall stature.
The way we hung out,
'Twas like no other.
They thought we're just friends.
Best bro friends ever.
Except those eight girls,
Who knew what we truly felt.
This school year,
We tried to lie low,
Rarely seeing each other.
Hanging out with someone else.
We need them tk believe
Our ship is sinking.
Yet in secret we'd meet up,
And kiss each other's lips.

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