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Dec 2017
And that is all I see
or hear:
your blonde hair
in the dark,
your words,
"Can I kiss you again?"

And then it's your hand
on my cheek,
my skin.
In my head,
the thoughts of
my mother's disappointment.

And now I am afraid
just to send a text
because you like her.
I am only hopeless.
You are the only thing
revolving my brain.
January 2016
About a girl
Written by
Irene  23/F/USA
(23/F/USA)   
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     Colm, JB, eileen and lex
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