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Jan 2020
You
The warmth of your skin,
Of your breath, of your lips
The curve of your shoulders
Your waist and your hips,

The memories we make,
All set in the stone
And now as I wake
I feel not alone
Written by
Ian Fineman  17/M/Fulton MO
(17/M/Fulton MO)   
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