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Jul 2011
I told you,
like I told the one before you
Why --
Despicable things that hurt me,
And I avoided them to save myself from the pain.Β 
Then he came along,
With his sonnetsΒ and kaleidoscopes.
My eyes opened to a world only he could show me.
His lips parted as if to tell me what this world was.
You didn't listen,
Just like the one before you,
And I knew you wouldn't,
Yet I fell for your sonnets and playful touches.
We would do well to wish that this he
doesn't become another
Written by
Jasmine Paisley
   Emanuel Martinez
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