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Jan 2020
i don't think of tomorrow
tomorrow may not come
only this moment
only this -
playing on your fingertips
honey glow of the sun spills
over your naked form
warming cool sheets
as you sleep -
only this
is mine
Written by
Consolata McWhorter  33/F/Colorado
(33/F/Colorado)   
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     FraisDeLaFerme, Colm and Meera
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