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When it's Winter

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GUDRUN355

Published: Dec 7, 2012

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And now,
my love,
it's much
too cold
to sense,
to feel,
that golden
teal
of moonlight
in your eyes.

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58bluemarbles

Jun 13, 2014

I meant it in a positive way...so sensitive .....Well written

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