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For the days I can again
Run my worn, callused fingers through
Your silky hair while
Telling you stories before
Misplacing my thoughts in
Your beautiful bright blue eyes
And your warm lips graze mine
As whispered words “I love you”
Roll off my tongue
For you to come back to me

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