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He's twelve years my senior,
with dark blond hair,
a smile, an accent,
a penetrating stare.
He's twelve years my senior,
with skin so fair,
and me, seventeen,
an interesting pair.
He's twelve years my senior,
with wisdom to share,
a secret, a promise,
his soul to bare.
He's twelve years my senior,
a love so rare,
a kiss, a touch,
a whispered dare.
He's twelve years my senior,
with my world to tear,
his voice, his scent,
I see him everywhere.
And while my parents may frown,
as my world turns upside down,
He's twelve years my senior,
and I don't care.
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