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Sep 14
The sunset.
The sunset aurifies her hazel eyes.
The sunset makes me ache to reach out and touch her. Taste her.
As I stare, I wonder if she knows.
If she knows how I think of her.
If she knows, I dream about us every night.
Alas, I turn my head back and stare at the sunset. Ithink about how beautiful it is.
She's as beautiful as this sunset.
Maybe she thinks the same of me.
The sunset.
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Teresa
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