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Jan 2015
Do you remember December?
How the cold made my hands tremor?
Or how it made your scent linger?
We used lips to warm fingers.
Or the whining of the wind?
With every light dimmed?
I yearned for your skin.
Our smiles felt endless
And I was left breathless.
I love this weather.
lX0st
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lX0st  F/Detroit
(F/Detroit)   
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