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Aug 2014
I see a girl, her hair is a different color. It makes my heart flutter, if I approach her I will try not to stutter. I try to walk but it feels like butter, as she gets closer to me. I come to see her eyes are green. I cannot believe the beauty I see.
Lucas Nichols
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Lucas Nichols
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   Joseph Schneider
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