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Nov 2013
Because with you,
it feels like
a cup of coffee
on a snowfall morning.

Makes my heart race
warms me up inside
and each drop
stains the inside
of the very inside of me.

And most of all
its taste
and smell
lingers
and reminds me of home.
mims
Written by
mims  Neverland
(Neverland)   
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