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Nov 2010
We met at a party,
Still can't remember where.
You were kind, sweet, gentle,
With confetti in your hair.

We danced and talked,
Then sat awhile.
Your tone was caring,
And boy that smile.

Then the room went dark,
All out with the light.
I was so scared,
Of darkness and night.

But you held me close,
Told me I wouldn't die.
And while deep in that darkness,
I saw sparks fly.
Written by
Isabella James
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