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Oct 2018
here I sit
in the middle of the bar
trying to hid the tears
begging to water
my rosy cheeks
i thought i was okay
until i saw her
she’s perfectly
beautiful
the way her eyes twinkle
when she looks at you
the way her tattoos light up her skin
the way her voice is so welcoming
like you could tell her the world
without the slightest worry of
judgement
i see why you love her
her beautiful soul
**** i wish i was her
Jarene
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Jarene  23/F
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