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You're the breakfast of my day,
my morning star, my sea shore
our story is short, skins swim,
afternoons beacon, and your eyes,
are courage and ecstasy, they follow,
game and golden, manners meet and met,
happy knowing looks, miss paradise,
a solitary smile, the scent of a relationship,
you speaking torch song of your voice,
the anniversary of that dear body, lips,
love, one man, one short story, one sight,
one skin, one smile, whispering to you.
poem by Guy Peppin
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