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Oct 2017
He sings softly
in the kitchen,
he does not believe me,
but i love when he sings

His arms wrap around
my petite waist
as we sway

At night his gentle
breathes lull me
into my slumber

I am in peace,
peace with you
my dear love

He soothes my anxiety,
with his soft lips
to my tear stained cheeks

My heart is safe
with you
and only you
my sweet love
Kathryne
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Kathryne  20/F/TN
(20/F/TN)   
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