Jersey Boy
When I think of you
sometimes my stomach flips.
Not alwyas in that "good way"
well,
Most of the time is alwyas the good way.
but
I shouldn't feel like this.
You are not mine.
You were never mine.
and somehow,
I've remained always yours.
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