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Oct 2016
he was e cord and sunset lover,
and I was vanilla and cold weather.

he spoke of love in different languages,
i gave my boring self in quickened stages.

he was marveled at,
and i was passed by.

he lost touch with my heart,
and I never knew why.
-i.w.
he walked right past me
Isabella Watson
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Isabella Watson
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   ---, DamarΓ© M, Kem-Ann and Kathryn Paige
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