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Aug 2018
your eyes sparkle
your voice sings
your smell lingers
your words sting

you laugh like a kid
you are always polite
you compliment me
it always leads to a fight

you’re perfect, to my dismay
but that doesn’t stop me

i probe until i find something,
an excuse to walk away.
Written by
megan  17/F
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