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Feb 2016
the way you
looked. at me
soft brown eyes
the doors to your soul
beckoning me to walk in

i didn't break. it
the seemingly soft gaze
and as i began to look around me
i realized
i remember

it wasn't for me
it was for her
and first impressions
are the lasting ones

*-he was trying  to flirt with my best friend
Leslie Zapata
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Leslie Zapata  soon, your memory
(soon, your memory)   
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   Bianca Reyes
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