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Dec 2013
I remember
The first time
When our lips
Met at last,
And we were one.
The light shone
Through you.
And your eyes;
They were different;
Gentle; Unlike the rest.
My hands traced
Your rugged terrain,
Leaving my own marks
As jagged canyons,
And still, the light shone.
Kayla McDermott
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