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Jan 2016
You always told me I was warm,
That being with me
turned your cold self
Into a nice summer day.
It wasn't until you were gone
that I realized:
The warmth came
from inside of me
every time I saw those
beautiful blue eyes.
You were my
Beautiful blue eyed girl.
She's so beautiful.
Tardigrade
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