My l e

I like you too much,
I wanna be yours,
I’m not from the mass,
(But) not rare, of course…
 
Don’t put me aside,
Excuse being far.
When you’re in my sight,
My heart is on fire.
 
I like you too much,
But won’t be yours.
Excuse being far,
Excuse being gross.


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