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Mine and Yours

Purist of essence,
Heart made of gold.
Oh sweetest figure,
Tis' my love you hold.
Smiling happiness,
Inside your words.
Creeping giddiness,
Packed inside like a herd.
Lovely warmth,
Through ever-increasing love.
In our tears and crys,
You send me soaring to the sky above.




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