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By CaitLoretta, Huntington Beach, CA

His voice was like summer
Holding the warmth and playfulness
even after the sun set.

His arms were like autumn
Caressing you like the leaves
That fall upon your face
During the daily wanders.

And with each season
You discovered new qualities
And couldn’t wait for the year to end
To bring you more.

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