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Jan 2016
When I met her...
Her fridge was empty
But her hands were used to the hot stove...
When she met me,
My fridge was full
But my fingers didn't dare to touch a ***...

When I met her...
My chaotic life seemed unreasonable...
When she met me,  
Her hectic mind found someone to understand...

When I met her...
Her mischievous, wondrous eyes
found someone to match them...
When she met me...
I was looking for answers to bring myself to know that things were ok...  

When I met her...
I found truth within myself...
When she met me...
She met a mirror looking back at her...
Marcia Villavicencio
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