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Oct 2015
And I looked at her then,
So many years after

I saw her

Smile for the first time
And long after
I swore to her endless
Days of pure love

Ghostlike I felt then
Observing her figure,
Or maybe it was a shadow.
Defeated I walked to her,
Breathing heavily,
Yearning for the past,
Even then I loved her so,
First try at acrostic poems
Alessandra Vargas
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Alessandra Vargas  34/F/Mexico
(34/F/Mexico)   
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