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Sep 2017
One day I would love to be forty winters deep
with ***** days, tired eyes,
and all we do is sleep.

In the confines of our cozy home
we hear the cracking of a fire.
Cherishing the delicate love we have
that seems will never go expired.

The temperature is freezing, but
your gentle touch keeps me warm.
We can lay in each other's arms
and listen to the storm.
(c) Ryan Kane 2017

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Ryan Cripps
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Ryan Cripps  30/M/NY
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