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Dec 2014
Walking beside a boy called life,
holding hands with perfection.
A kiss on the cheek from serenity
leaves me blushing at the thought of love.

Sitting with a boy called happiness,
with my arm wrapped around excitement.
A kiss on the lips from beauty
leaves me blushing at the thought of love.
This boy makes me feel a type of way
Danielle Barlow
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Danielle Barlow
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     Francisco DH, Dallas Allen and Juneau
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