Mush

You pass my office everyday
and then I know I can't be gay.
Your voice echoes down the hall
could it be in love I fall?
I open my mail and get to work
and then I remember I called you a jerk.
So this is how my day goes by
I wonder if my passion is a lie.
Could you be my workday crush
or is this poem a bunch of mush?

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