Overwhelmed

Those little skips of the heart,
Followed by a flittering glance,
And a gasp of air as the sound of footsteps throbs in her ears,
With the freshly cut and polishednails digging into her seat below,
She suddenly turns her eyes away, when he passes by
, even without looking at him she can feel those overwhelming feelings towards him course through her veins.

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