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Sitting so close he and I become we
And I try to be still so he can see
The curve and blush of my lips
The delightful contour of my hips
Crooked teeth and freckles I detest
My nose and eyes and all the rest
And while I am under his scrutiny
I’m hoping he can’t help but see
The beating of my teenage heart
And the devotion that it does impart
His double talk and mischievous eyes
Work wonders to his interests disguise
So I’m not sure if he’s prepared to see
The blaze of the light he’s lit in me
So for the moment all we share is this class
And as this artists’ model I earn my grade and pass
And one by one across a once blank sheet
His pencil strokes emerge and finally meet
Coming together to simulate the look
That renders me an open book
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