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October 18, 2010 at 6:20 AM

The morning is cold without the feel of your body to warm me. My heart aches for yours. Your touch is craved, longed for. The sun seems dull without your smile to brighten it.

The morning is cold without the feel of your body to warm me.  My heart aches for yours.  Your touch is craved, longed for. The sun seems dull without your smile to brighten it.

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