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Jan 2013
I miss you
And how it used to be.
Long night walks
Tender brief  shy embraces
On the porch in the moonlight
calls that go on and on
Where we say nothing
and yet it means everything.
holding hands as we talk
sharing sweet kisses
Intoxicating in their feel.
we were so happy
It was surreal.
Those were the days I believed in love.
Flowers bloom only to die
Mia
Written by
Mia  F/Paris
(F/Paris)   
477
   Anon C
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