Poem 13(Meeting her)

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She was like a wine
Talking to her for the first time
Thinking everything was fine
Her voice was like honey and lime
My breath hitched and my life shine
Brightest was her smile
Acting stupid for a while
My heart raced like I walked a mile
'It's not love' was a lie
Now she owns something that was mine

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By Shraddha

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