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Aug 2017
The way he looked at her.
The moment was so intense,
They felt love...

For few days passed,
He is still looking at her so new,
What has romance caused?

The more gentle his touch.
the more she falls,
They never spoke.
Stayed so quiet.

Cause he was a she,
No one knew,
Afraid to speak.
Harsh words are what humans are for.

She was different,
Acceptance is what she was.
Now look at happy,
Redefining Itself.

She is my love,
She is my smile.
She is my happy.
This is indeed my poem, I just made another profile.
Yasmin Nooren
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Yasmin Nooren  20/F/MD
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   Johnny Scarlotti
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