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Jul 2015
And waking up next to you sounds like sunshine,
the kind that dances across your eyelids in the mornings, and kisses you goodnight when the moon takes his shift.
The last sips of our now-cold coffee we share,
along with the boundless exchanges between us
will be cherished like photographs;
put away in place so we can relive them when desired.

I re-organized yours for you, they were getting messy.

I really love you.
Anonymous
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Anonymous  Florida
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   Kelley A Vinal
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