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Jun 2010
Now* I know
Choosing you was a step to growing up

You with your chocolate brown hair
Matching your deep, full, ambitious eyes

You with your Native American hair
The purple haze around your listless dark eyes

Even though one may seem better than the other
The truth is, he's not

The one that matches me *best

Listless, but only when you stare

When you stare at me, even if
I know it has something

Or at least I hope so...
Written by
Elizabeth Vasilion
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