admirer
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As you sit up A few rows forwardOr a few rows backThere is always someone watching shylyAdmiring you...Wishing to talk to you...
I still dont know what it was when I fiirst saw you
You were different from the other guys I seen before
I was wondering where you been all my life
Is it wrong
that i want to observe
everything you do?
just simply watch you,
and breath in every quirk
and restlessness of your being
sometimes you absent mindedly jitter your leg
