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Dec 2012
Your smile,
touch,
smell,
and kiss i miss,
the way our eyes locked in tandem
and our touch portrayed a love not afraid
to dance free as birds and the way we would
play day after day, a laughter so gay that held
our love, our love, our love pay.
Harpo Rhum
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Harpo Rhum
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