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Sitting with the legs crossed on the,
slovenly spread sheet
Staring at the shine imbued sattelite
of the Earth!
Fiddling through all the mo..
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A year ago,winter it was.
We both giggled,we both had butterflies tickle!
We cried when any one of us was hurt.
We talked till our mouth and e..
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