He bites his nails
fidgets as you call out his name
avoids eye contact
and never shakes your hand
He hardly speaks
though he has a lot on his mind
and somehow he knows you very well
he knows your name
he knows the ins and outs
of your delicate mind
and of your delicate frame
he’s studied the way you talk
and the way you walk
without looking at you
straight in the eye
he’s a shy maniac
I don’t know why
he already knows you
you don’t have to try
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