Every Other Glance

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Every other glance and I am yet again in love –
A pretty pair of eyes, a little smile, and I am struck;
Be it the friend of the girlfriend of a somewhat friend of mine –
Or the one I barely know, but that has not escaped my mind;
The mass of fellow students holds many a pretty face –
And much too quickly do I fall for ill-advised embrace.

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