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Oct 2013
he says
in the summer
when the sun shines on his face,
he hates it
because he doesn't like the way
the sun sparkles its shine
on his face to his nose,
to where you can see
the freckles on his face
right above his cheek,
it's like little angels kissing him with
love.
i tell him,
how much i love them everyday,
they are a part of him he hates
but they make me love him
twice as more.
-b.m
i wrote this poem about a boy i met in the middle of June.
Brooke
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Brooke  california
(california)   
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