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Beautiful Memories


Sometimes, As I watch the clouds drift by In these simple Oklahoma skies I think of how we first met. The first time I talked to you I was taken by our eyes Bluer than the ocean blue Bluer than any other hue I have ever seen before. I first time you held my hand There was an electricity so intense If it were from any other source It would have hurt. Its the little things That I remember the most.
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crhaith

Hello All! I am currently a sophomore at Oklahoma City University, majoring in Music and Pre-Med. I've always had an interest in poetry, and I enjoy writing it in my free time to express the little things on my mind. (:

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