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warmth
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Calling back on winter winds
that drew upon me as the sun kissed my skin
and you kissed me
and I kissed you.
My hair soaking up a natural kind of warmth,
drying slowly
with the fresh smell of purity.
My eyes turned green in the sunlight.
Yours stayed brown,
but they were different,
I could tell.
If there is one description that could suffice,
it would be warmth,
warmth all around.
Beating down on me,
coming from within me,
radiating off of me,
being reflected ever so calmly by you...
You,
ocean cold.
You,
illusive rainfall.
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