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Cold coffee in my cup,
high heel shoes with gold lame’ straps
left at the end of my couch.
Faint hint of Halston tickles the nose,
light lavender blouse lay folded on the chair.
Bottle of champagne on the floor
kicked carelessly under the table.
Satin sheet outlines your warmth
with just a leg stuck out over the edge of the bed.
I sit here beside you my heart longing,
my mind on fire, my soul full of hope
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