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Aug 2017
even though it never happened,
I remember remarkably well.
your blue eyes sparkled with a hint of green,
as did my brown ones, I'm sure.
and apparently if we look long enough,
seeing that glimmer of love,
you'll try to kiss me,
but I will only dodge it.
how truly stupid of me.

I was tickled and not disappointed,
seeing how love sick i was.
theres only a sliver of hope left,
that dreams can become reality.
O.K
good dreams are what I live for, and great reality is what I dream of.
Olivia A Keaton
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Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
(16/F/West Virginia)   
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