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The rain pours as is norm A knock on the door my heart soars Who would it be but that certain he Opening the door he smiles down at me Embracement Strong but tender hands pressed around my back Stubble brushed into my hair Brought into light A jawline "I've missed you my beaut" Planted hands Bowed heads A kiss lands
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Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
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The rain pours as is norm A knock on the door my heart soars Who would it be but that certain he Opening the door he smiles down at me Embracement Strong but tender hands pressed around my back Stubble brushed into my hair Brought into light A jawline "I've missed you my beaut" Planted hands Bowed heads A kiss lands
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Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
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