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Brand New or Not!
The day we were
in the room all alone,
when your lips touched mine.
The class was just dismissed,
and we were sitting there.
Reading each other's poems,
we were learning what
the other person was thinking.
Your words went together,
but mine were missing a
few pieces to make them perfect.
You didn't care that my puzzles
were missing a few pieces
you told me you loved them anyway.
