Poetic Crush
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Last published Fri, Dec 23, 2016
Poetic Crush
Poems of a teenager deeply in love in the Caribbean. Have you ever had a crush? Did it blossom into something more? Have you every been lucky enough to fall in love and have that love returned? Embark on the journey of true love by reading these poems inspired by one who truly loved me.
Candy B.
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