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Forming a Hypothesis.

She says 'my soul, she burns'
and she laughs every time she falls down the stairs.
Her humor is odd and in bad taste
but she's all I can ever think about
She just wants to be friends and that's fine with me
She's pretty cool and at times she has this faint twinkle in her eyes
Like she thinks about what could have been
Had she said yes to me

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