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In The Cold, Cold Night

The wind surges from the North
sending chills across my
body.
You invite me to the fireside,
blanket and cocoa in hand,
welcoming and warm eyes
staring back to mine.
I curl up into
the crook of your arm,
sipping the cocoa,
so warm and so smooth,
that you made just
for me.

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