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Jul 2013
Alas who were they to know,
It could end so soon,
The love that grew across the room.

The stolen kisses,
and secret glances,
The desperate touches,
and too slow dances.

Would end so fast upon a word,
Too soon spoken, too soon heard.
so fast the fire and pyre burned,
And a love once so promising
Alas is spurned.
Izzy
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Izzy
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   Cassandra Hiatt
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