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Apr 2013
The way our
Fingers brushed
On that cold night
As I ran my
Fingers
Through your hair,
Down your
S
  P
    I
     N
        E
Made me love you
Even more.

But,
Sadly,
That's all gone.
The feelings have deminished into
Nothing.

I hope it's what you wanted.
R
Written by
R
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