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Nov 2014
Eyes, fashioned from the stars.
Your hair dances to the wind.
Your skin,smooth as porcelain.
Your whispers create music.
Your smile brings good memories.

I love you.
But I could never tell you.

That's not what friends do.
Angelica Tanaquin
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