Blue Kisses

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He was the wind that blew through my hair

He was the whispers in the air

He was the fallen petals of spring

He was the voice that could sing

He was the laughter after the tears

He was the reason I had no fears

He had the words that brushed my heart

He was my living piece of art

He was my only thought at night

He was the hand I held so tight

He was my love, and I was his

He was my one last lonely kiss.

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