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Sep 15
Smells of coffee burning leaves
Waiting on you to arrive
First kisses
Looking into your beautiful eyes
‘My love…’
We always got that out of the way
And in the night
Opened the windows
To let the cool air in
The city sounds
Around
Surrounds
And return to bed
Where your arms and body were always
Warmer
Eric the Red
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Eric the Red  40/M/Southwest
(40/M/Southwest)   
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