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Memories of Us
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Delicate Home
was never a place
it was always the way
our bodies embraced
eachother with the same
desire and passion to be one.
One
moment in time
just to unwind
to wind and dine
and share this life
with a special someone.
Love
was always enough
a simple touch
the moments of trust
that time of lust
the words so hushed
just between the two of us.
Us
was always the feeling of home
was always the feeling of being one
was always the picture of love
is now just a memory
of us.
