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Aug 16
His love was,
Soft like the rain on a foggy morning,
Mesmerizing like a summertime sunrise,
Calming like a cool breeze through the autumn trees,
Safe like your favorite blanket after a scary movie,
Warm like holding your favorite mug full of tea in your hands,
And it was mine,
Until it wasn't.
And the absence of it has left a crater I don't know how to fill
Kalliope
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Kalliope  27/F/Home
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