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The weeds in our garden
Grew as fast as the pile
Of your unreplied letters
Such a sad race to behold...
How I deeply wish that
You could see yourself
The way I do
For it's quite a view
To my wife... how can a person so beautiful have such a terrible self esteem?
It's such a lovely combo
The warmth of your legs
Paired with the frost
On your heart
You're the whole package

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