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By mmPoems Posted in 2013, Poems Leave a reply

Everyday,
I stop and think.
Her smiil,
her laugh.
Her touch,
her perfume,
Her beauty.
Stoping,
and thinking,
of her.
I can’t help,
but smiil.

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