a crush in 11th grade,
blonde, large eyes,
sat in front of me
in 3rd period history.
one day she asked me
'do you know when we get out?'
the clock tick-tocked,
but my heart was stopped.
i'd like a crush like that again,
even if i never did talk to her.
i'd like to feel alive like that again,
even if i get hurt in the end.
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