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Sep 2018
if the sound of your voice was somehow written
it'd be written in cursive.
if your eyes were a feeling
they would be an explosion of warmth that is so beautifully overwhelming,
it can't be confined or defined in one word.
when i see your smile,
my stomach fills not only with butterflies,
but with a seven-acre garden of sunflowers and roses.
i know i'm only another girl to you,
but i wish i could tell you that you're
that
boy to me.
rebecca
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rebecca  17/F/AR
(17/F/AR)   
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