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Mar 2018
His eyes were the rainbow sunset
Smile was the source of all my laughter
I know he would never let,
me fall and brittly shatter.

His laugh is the music
a choppy chuckling beat
though to others it may sound tragic,
to me this escape is elite

His smallest touch sets my skin to fire
a roaring soaring blaze,
I would be a liar
if I said it was just a faze

But here I am as I open my eyes,
it was all just a dream
for no matter how high I rise
His eyes will never share my gleam.
I didn't think I would publish this but I'm forcing myself to.I hope you enjoy.
Sarah Spencer
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Sarah Spencer  19/F/Indiana
(19/F/Indiana)   
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