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Oct 2010
I love when it’s cold.

I enjoy seeing your breath in the air.

It helps confirm that you are real,

and not someone I’ve concocted.

Dark eyes,

dark hair.

A tenderness,

a shyness.

A perfect recipe,

for the enjoyment of a young girl.
Written by
Ashley Sutera
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