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My Thoughts--By Krysta RayI go to Class and Enter the rooms. Thankfully they have Become habit and routine. For my thoughts are on Him. I don't mean for them to be But everything reminds me of The one I may love. He has consumed My every thought. I can't concrete! I enjoy falling in love, but At the same time, I don't like being Love Sick! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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