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Drove past the creek

On a sundown

The creek water glistened by the sun's light, my brain muttered your name

Looked at the magnificent creek and the sun

Mesmerized and bedazzle

Saw you in a hallucination

The sun was lounging on clouds like Uranus, the lord of heaven.

I used to write, where people thought I am lunatic

I still remember the first time you said you liked my poems

Never felt butterflies in my stomach

For the first time, I felt butterflies.

My sentences are crude 

Maybe we are just two different candies in a jar