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Mar 2013
Darling:

Here is the shirt
that you left in my car
the day that we spent
dancing through puddles
&
stealing kisses
in the rain.

I've washed it.

So there is no trace
of the ***** I spilled
when I
laid in your lap
& told you I loved you.

You laughed then.

(Are you laughing now?)

Forever yours,
N23
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N23
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