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January Love Letter
from "Your Secret Admirer"
I saw you riding a tiger in my dreams last night. A tiger that had wings.
You clutched it's ears and put your head near its head and spoke to it so softly that I couldn't hear what you were saying.
When we're holding hands later and watching a romantic movie, I intend to give you a kiss.
Your lips are waterfalls. Can we sing Christmas Carols this year, you singing them so brightly as your breath passes through your waterfall lips?
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