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Her eyes danced with my own chocolate brown eyes,

Our mouths fit together like long lost puzzle pieces that can't bare to part.

I love her, all of her. Every last inch of her.

When we aren't together I crave the long lasting taste she leaves me.

We fight, just like any ordinary couple do. But we always end up pieced together again.

Like a glued back together vase.

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