L. V., I Found This Poem When I Couldn't Look At You

- Il y en a toujours un autre (detail) by Marcus Stone, 1882
- "i was so nervous meeting you." -L. V.

- Il y en a toujours un autre (detail) by Marcus Stone, 1882
- "and i guess that’s when i knew." -L. V.

L. V., i found this poem when i couldn't look at you

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a man asked me out
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