Seeing You

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(At the Cafe, Edouard Manet, 1879)

Seeing You 

My legs weaken

My mouth goes dry

My hands writhe in torment

I brush it off as if you don’t matter

But you matter

I just can’t tell you

For then you would know

What you mean to me

And that would ruin everything

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