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My love,
You are the smell of my revered book.
The taste of the finest coffee,
Comfort of a warm bed,
Grace of a blitheful face,
Repose of a soli..
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It went down my spine
The realization , that we aren't together,
Like we were.
Our forever was tomorrow in disguise.
The next time we come across,..
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