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I miss the warm, summer days
Sitting next to you in the grass
With flowers in my hair
A smile on your face
Falling in love
Feeling like we had all the time in the world
Thinking life was so simple
That we'd be together forever
I write this poem
Because I have a question
A question I have been wanting to ask you
From the day that I met you

We talked and talked
Shared songs
Spoke about jobs
Read poems
Talked about school

We spoke with each other
Through messages
So I never got to know your voice
Your way of talking

You might see where I am going
So I'll ask it directly
Will you meet me
Over a cup of coffee?

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