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May 2014
I love it when you call me your mrs, even though I'm not.
I love it when you wink at me, but why I cannot say,
I love waking up to a cute message from you, it's the best way to start my day,
I love waiting at the promenoir, knowing there's not long left,
Till I can have you in my arms, till I can kiss your lips.
I love the time I spend with you,
I wish time could stop.
Lucy
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Lucy  22/F/France
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