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Mar 2020
How can he wipe days of heartache with just a smile and a hug...
He sweeps everything under the rug
With a careless shrug
At my heartstrings he manages to tug
Even with a mean mug
He looks smug
He knows he’s my drug
Just like I’m his eternal snug
Zia
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Zia  F/England
(F/England)   
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   Traci Sims, --- and ---
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