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Nov 2015
You
You're a trite phrase,
spat with pity,
but with grace.
You're the warm
inviting smile that
stays stretched
on my face.

You're an
autumn wind
sending shivers
to my core.
You're an excess
of wealth and
I've no want
for more.
And you warm me up like hot chocolate after a snowfall.
I'm your marshmallow. :)
From Jess's Lips
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