A corner consumes me

Can you see me?​

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When you walk in the room and a corner consumes me,​

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and the thought of you near, melts the spine​

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could you see, would you sense this?

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My lips shake, I’m nervous,​

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out of character, nonsensical.

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What is it? ​

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I must hide, you’re closer, but where​

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I can’t see from there,​

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Where?

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Do you see me, trying to find the right smile,​

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the right word, the right phrase and everything​

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stays in that place, where I look in your​

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eyes, I think, and you see me.

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I am more then, ​

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more than a pair of nervous lips, ​

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shaking away in the flutter
[FONT=Book Antiqua]of knowing you near me[/FONT]​

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[CENTER][FONT=Book Antiqua]wishing you closer to the corner[/FONT][/CENTER][FONT=Book Antiqua]
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[CENTER][CENTER][FONT=Book Antiqua]that pretends how you see me.[/FONT][/CENTER][FONT=Book Antiqua]
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