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My Crush

It is my last teen ; I know I was not a beauty queen. I heard my friend's love story, I had seen them how they used to worry. Moreover I thought I don't fall for anyone; But I fell for this special one. He used to loiter around, His smile was heart bound; His eyes are fire; Winning his heart was my only fear. He is my lush, This made me to blush.

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