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Aug 2013
Out of sight of any watching eyes
Sweet and tender kisses exist
Souls continuously reaching out to each other
In an ocean of breathless wonder and awe

I awoke last Sunday morning
From a colossal and contented peace
To find your body bathed in golden sunlight
Next to mine
Evynne
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Evynne
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