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Aug 2014
We are not children,
Yet we're still not fully grown.
****, how our finger tips can wonder.
They've traced freckles
we never knew existed–
explored galaxies within
the palms of our hands.
I understand,
that sometimes you won't;
I'm still making
mistakes of my own.
I've learned there is no I in Team,
but thereΒ Β is a U in Us.
I don't want to be a part of an Us
without you.
The adventure we
accept as love is infinite,
much like the universe.
Devon Lane
Written by
Devon Lane  23/F/Philadelphia
(23/F/Philadelphia)   
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     namii, AJ, Jonathan and SPT
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