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Jun 2015
It seemed like love
took it’s time
with you and I.

We waded in grey
for it to decide
if motives were pure
and when love was sure
it gave us each other
and more.

It gave more than I knew
you were capable of.
There was power behind
those warm hazel eyes.

And I

was no match for the magic

that was you.
Lydia Brents
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Lydia Brents
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