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Mar 2015
The rain pours
as is norm
A knock on the door
my heart soars
Who would it be
but that certain he
Opening the door
he smiles down at me

Embracement
Strong but tender hands
pressed around my back
Stubble brushed
into my hair

Brought into light
A jawline
"I've missed you
my beaut"
Planted hands
Bowed heads
A kiss lands
Em
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   --- and ryn
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