Soulmates

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My soulmate

she may be afraid of spiders but she isn't scared to listen

She is the sun and rain to my happiness


She is the butter to my toast 

Her phone calls swim through my ears like a herring

Her luscious locks flow through the wind like birds going south for the winter


seeing the snow makes me wonder how her smile can be so white and kind

she is my peace and happiness 


forever

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