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Jan 2012
Belle, the french word for beautiful,
Her face so sweet love it with my mind and soul,
Little is known about my unfound love,
Hidden deep, never to be shown disposed of,
As we meet the feelings begin to blossom,
Something that feels amazing and awesome,
Past memories bring up forgotten scars,
Flashbacks through my head  as I look to the stars.
Written by
Mitchell R Millett
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   Melodie McInnis
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