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Mar 2013
What were the odds?
The odds of us meeting.
Meeting on that beautiful day
'Twas two weeks ago Sunday.
A day that I'll always hold dear and near to my heart.
I often wonder
I wonder why?
Why did we meet?
Was it destiny?
I'm not sure.
I'm thinking it was necessity.
Although, I never knew I needed you until the moment
The moment I met you.
You make me smile when I want to cry
You make me cry when I want to be angry
You make my eyes close when I think of you.
You make my desire grow strong.
What an unlikely couple
Unlikely couple we will be.
The nonconformist
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The nonconformist  M/Indiana
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   Jessica Who
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