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Mar 2018
Sit down with me and let's talk for awhile.

About things that matter, things that don't.

A sip of coffee, steam rising in the air.

It fogs your glasses, so you take them off.

I do love looking at you with no glass in between.

Maybe someday, I can look a little closer,
but with your eyes shut,
lips meeting mine,
and bliss in a moment so dear.
Lyda M Sourne
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Lyda M Sourne  22/F
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