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Long gone

Stale ale, calm breeze, picnic blanket where we meet.

Kissing beneath trees tall, shade all around us hiding in the dark, as we make love forgetting where we’re going.

Slow song on nearby radio, classic songs from another century, we dance and become closer than ever before.

Love in deeds, words spoken as actions taken, as your love grows beside mine.

Your body so familiar, long shaft, and revealing. As we part, departed, we find our places in life separate and different.

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