Loving Chris Ours And when we kissed there was passion, like a fire in the sky. Then it began to fade. Now all that is left is a warm memory. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading... Related
Now all that is left is a warm memory.
Now all that is left is a warm memory.
blkkat49 
sad poem!
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true! Well said.
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