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Nov 2017
Like a gentle summer breeze he is touching my face.

So soft and warm.

Playing with my hair and kissing my skin.

I breathe him in, a hint of coconut.

He's everywhere, my summer air.

Even through the coldest nights he comforts me.

To remind me.

He's always there.
Haruharu
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Haruharu  29/F/Sweden
(29/F/Sweden)   
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   Glassmuncher and Ryan Holden
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