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Jan 2015
Brown hair, brown eyes.
A smile so wonderful I could get lost.
He looks up at me,
A smile across his face.

Every part of me suddenly gone,
He plays me just like his pawn,
The perfect man across the room.
Kasidee Miller
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Kasidee Miller  Missouri
(Missouri)   
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