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Saturday, September 4, 2021

Reconstruct ‘How we with secret longing lay. Smoulders still though all should fail The warmth of love was felt that day A gentle touch that was so frail Picked cuckoo flowers and walked it seemed Each moment held a sweet surprise Walked on and on, maybe we dreamed It was not the time to grow too... Sign in to see full entry.

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