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Pleading Guilty


It's not cause he's handsome

Others say he's okay

But to me, he's a beautiful summer day

Well, not summer

Sweat

Seatbelt burns to the touch

AC cranked up all the way

But it's still not enough 

He's more like a cool fall night 

A home football game 

Or the way that it smells right before it rains 

An autumn breeze 

Orange leaves replacing green 

But no season can describe 

The brown of his eyes 

Or how his voice feels like a caress 

His laugh, a hug 

I don't know how I got in this mess, 

But I must confess,

I'm in love.

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