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Sep 2012
The crisp, autumn air
Whips my flaxen blond hair
Across my face,
Shielding my eyes.

You pull back a strand,
One by one,
Revealing my eyes
To yours.

Your cold hand travels from my cheek
To my jaw,
Until your hand rests
Just behind my ear.

You slowly move your head closer to mine,
Pressing your chilled lips
On my rosy cheek.

At the same time,
A gust of wind
Twirls freshly fallen leaves
Around our tangled feet.
lina marie
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