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Apr 2015
The smile on my face
Never seem to exist
before you came along.

You melt me, my heart, my soul;
You melt me along with you.

This, our revolving world,
Our grassy plane,
Our own dimension,
It's ours to claim.  No one else.


We already claimed it.
*This is ours.
A Watoot
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A Watoot
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