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I never spoke to her.

By D BurtonPublished 9 years ago • 1 min read

I never spoke to her,

never truly met her,

yet I felt as though I had known her

my whole life.

Her eyes,

her eyes exposed her;

they spoke greater than words ever could.

When those eyes met mine

my heart skipped a beat,

skipped two.

Those eyes forced the air from my lungs

and for a moment I could not breathe,

I forgot how to.

Because in that moment

nothing was as important;

breathing wasn't as important,

as she was.

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D Burton

I have strong opinions and a desire to change the world.

This is a collection of short personal essays and poetry.

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