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Give Me a Sign


I sit here in anticipation
Wanting to meet your eyes
Though terrified of your judgment.

My breath is still in my throat.
My feet fidget furiously.
Can you feel my tension?

Tell me you like me.
Drown me in your approval.
I am not the arrogant one I appear.

I meet your eyes again.
My look is consciously blank.
Can you feel my tension?

You smile briefly - I look away
Careful lest I appear overeager.

Give me a sign!

Kandace Blevin 3-30-99


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