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Apr 2018
Their smile could light up a room

Their laugh can drown out my thoughts

Their eyes see me for who I am not who I pretend to be

Their hands are as soft as silk

The way they walk
The way they talk
The way they look at me
The way they act has me entranced

But I shouldn't love them because they are taken
January/ 19/ 2018/ 14 yrs old
Raven
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Raven  18/F/The middle of empty
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