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Dec 2015
We met sitting round the fire in the sky
the sand warmed from the Sun's touch.

We wondered about distant stars
and how this related to the beating of hearts.

Romance came upon us then
from out the depths of space.

The touch of fingers gentle as air
as the Moon rose in our eyes.
Written by
nivek
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