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Nov 2017
The leaves were changing when our story began.
A story that grew from our own heartbreak.
Out of broken hearts grew a young romance.
Whom I thought was a dove was but a snake.
And the feelings you held were not returned.
We healed and we grew stronger together.
We found trust again; our hearts had relearned.
We talked at great length, we never blethered.
Our hearts had created their very own beat.
We now possess what other souls pursue.
A companionship quite rare, young, and sweet.
Even though we're on our own, our souls dance still.
Our hearts beat now with a love filled with bliss
We long for the next smile, laugh, hug and kiss.
A sonnet I had to write for my Language class, but I really liked it.
Jackie White
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Jackie White  18/F/Ohio
(18/F/Ohio)   
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     Ronell Warren Alman and Ravanna Dee
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