Passage 14

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3/21/18 What I Love Most About Her

Kisses sweeter than candy
Eyes more soulful than shoes
Hands softer than silk
Words warmer than the sun
And I get the luxury of calling her mine


[This is a poem I wrote about what it would be like when we met. About what she would be like when we met. Don't worry, according to this time line, we meet soon.]

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