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Oct 15
you hold my hand
while we walk in the sand,
birds chirped as wind blew
smile on my face when I heard you.
shining sun starts to set
as the ocean makes our feet wet
your hands wrapped around my hips
as my soul craves your lips

-our moments of love
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