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Mood:
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A cold wind blows east
Our eyes meet for a moment
I turn, flush with life

A couple of friends
A winter conversation
A joy for the soul

The brush of your touch
Your smell, like sweetest flowers
longing reminders

Lighter days ahead
We walk a path together
In companionship

I wish to be close
Seeking warm refuge with you
Never close enough





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