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She is a moving brush across the canvas.
Watching as the paint glides,
Colours melting together as the image forms.

She is the smell of leather on a warm day.
I breathe it in as we hug,
The feel of the plaid top around her waist tickles against my skin.

She is a sunset in June.
Staying after school till the sky's blue is replaced with pink,
The clouds white replaced with a golden yellow.

She is the smell of coffee mixed with caramel.
A quick coffee run before sharing a joke with your friends round the table.

- She is the moments you take for granted.

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