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When I kiss you . . .

Gene, age 16 – Skagit County Juvenile Detention

When I kiss you my deepest darkest fears disappear.  I don’t have to worry about a thing.  I know you feel the same way because I can see it in your light blue eyes.  We’re like a car and our love is like gas, except our gas tank never runs low and the road beneath us is a never-ending runway.


Written in response to a prompt asking the youth to write something addressed directly to another person.  The students had been discussing poems by Sherman Alexie and Dante.


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