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Everything Was Him

His eyes were my hazel
The creamy color I saw in the mirror
It was the only color I called my own
But now it was his
Just as the sunshine was his
Shining in the waves of his golden hair
And how cinnamon was his
Wafting from him in gentle aroma
Everything was his
The feeling of softness
His fingertips along my collar
Of roughness and gentleness
Red especially was his
His favorite color
And the color of his skin in afternoon
Also his lips after being pressed to mine
Matching the flush in our cheeks
He took the reflection from the lake
The pink in the sunset
Light from the stars
Everything was him
But he
Was mine



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