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May 2016
Where do I go
When I'm feeling low?
When the days are long
And my thinking is slow?

To you I run
To your warmth
And your comfort
For you bring me happiness
You fill me with warmth
That comes from within

You meet my lips
I can't help but smile
I hold you
Feel your heat

I take you in
And slowly relax
You are my first love.
Written by
Genesis Hawley
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