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I wrote a poem with my sister when we were walking home, it made me happy because we both went off   in different directions and at the end we talked to each other about what we were thinking and were not   even close to one another's ideas, but the poem came together in the end.

This poem doesn't have a name because it should be up for interpretation for others to decide on there own what it means to them. 

Sunset breeze,
knobbly knees.

words stuttered,
feelings uttered.

rosy cheeks,
the ocean speaks.

a sonnet so divine
emotions on the line.


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