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Nov 2015
It's cold and I crave your kiss.
It's cold and I need your touch.
It's cold and my bones are aching.
It's cold and I can't feel my hands, or my face but I know you're there next to me because you're kissing me and I'm yours.
It's cold and I don't love you any less than I do in the summer months.
Written by
Ciara  26/F/Heaven
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