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Jan 2018
The girl I love,
has beautiful almond shaped eyes and a smile as white as your grandmas new pearls.
She wears them on her face everyday.
Shows them off to everyone around her.

The girl I love,
works at a kids dancing studio.
Everyday she goes to work in her pink tutu and a bag full of compliments.
Everyone loves the girl I love.

The girl I love,
wouldn't **** a fly. No... really she wouldn't.
Her love for everyone and everything is greater than the number of stars in the sky.

The girl I love,
is smart. She could probably tell you how many stars there are in the sky.
Or at least a proximity.

But theres one thing about the girl I love that I don't love.
The girl I love is dying.
The cancer came back.
Its taken over her body this time. There's nothing to do.

The girl I love,
still smiles at me.

The girl I love,
still gets out of bed every morning to go to work.
Not knowing if she'll be able to do it all again tomorrow.

The girl I love,
kisses me goodnight as if it were gonna be the last time.

The girl I love,
wants to keep living before she dies.
But I don't think I can do the same in a world where the girl I love is no longer there.
This is the first part. This poem is the boy's point of view in the story. The girl continues the story in the second part of this poem.
Angie Marcano
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Angie Marcano  23/F/PR
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         Jeff Gaines, --- and Angie Marcano
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