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Mar 2015
She looks at me and smiles, walks over and strikes a conversation.
I stare at her nose. It's huge I say to myself.
Everything's so fine, her bodies defined but I just stopped and stared. She smiled and we laughed, we shared a drink everything was going so well.
Me and her were smiling and we both had a buzz, everything was a blur in some fuzz.
She was so nice and sweet as a bug, but I just couldn't get over how big her nose was.
I know some people who are very nice and everything about them is perfect besides one thing that ruins everything else. And it's sad that someone with such a nice personality has to be judged off her nose.
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Calhoun Poetry
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