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Aug 2020
As I quiet my mind
and press my ear softly to your pillow
my heart recalls
the lovely tune you once made up for me;
While the crickets
trill against my window
I recall ,  
The sonant sound of your voice
and those sweet kisses,
beneath the willow tree  .
vienna bombardieri
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vienna bombardieri  F/Canada
(F/Canada)   
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