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Memories

But there you are, darling softness.

Keeper of my hopes, dreamer of my dreams.

How do you hold my heart, this night?

Full of dear, sweet memories.

Full of dear, dear

days and nights gone by.

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. đź’•

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