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Apr 2
With your curly mess of coal-black hair,
And hints of already graying streaks,
A devilish smile and youthful, slightly rosy cheeks,
Leather jackets and
Knitted green, wool sweaters,
Enveloping embraces,
A calm sureness beside me
Soothing the grit on graphite-dusted fingers,
You make me wish I weren’t so much of a coward
And that you liked tea a bit more than you really do.
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Iskra  a rainy place
(a rainy place)   
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