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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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