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StormTheif

Published: Jul 10, 2009

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I like to
lay in the
afterglow
of your love
& watch
         thewayyoumove
&& I wonder if you're
aware
of how I'm counting
.each.
   .little.
      .thing.
that you do
& the way
they make me smile
like

Christmas morning.

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