She scrambles my thoughts. I get nervous around her. I can't see straight when she's near. I can't sleep for thinking of her. When I dream it's of her. When I see her walking toward me my heart pounds hard. When she sneaks up behind me I am startled and my heart stops. When she looks at me in a certain way with a slightly crooked smile wild thoughts erupt through the surface and escape. When she slyly hands me a perfumed letter she's written, and I'm surrounded by people and it looks like secret documents being passed from spy to spy... She knows what she's doing. She's a thief. She has broken in and stolen from me. She's installed some sort of mind virus, encrypted some love spell and unlocked the bolts that seal the cold steel vault door to my heart.
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