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Our afternoons the smell of tea colors of maroon & brown noises of children playing outside Our nights dimmed lights whispers traded, shared sighs, breaths & darkness Mornings dew drops on petals new hopes a harmless hurry, impatience Our evenings a nearing shroud of night I, waiting at the window craving to be together with you, again Us and our times..
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Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 9:50 AM UTC
Pause
Our afternoons the smell of tea colors of maroon & brown noises of children playing outside Our nights dimmed lights whispers traded, shared sighs, breaths & darkness Mornings dew drops on petals new hopes a harmless hurry, impatience Our evenings a nearing shroud of night I, waiting at the window craving to be together with you, again Us and our times..
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Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 9:50 AM UTC
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