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Oct 2015
She was my warm cup of tea
at midnight after a nightmare.
She was my fresh from the dryer blanket.
She was my favorite book,
a new glasses cleaning cloth.
She was sugar for my coffee.
She was beautiful,
But I could never say
I loved her.
Liz And Lilacs
Written by
Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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