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First love, smokey and exciting, summer nights dark with passion, days of crimson etched in my mind. Not to be forgotten even as time moves on, it handles gently, deep in my soul. It drew us together for only a moment, passionate in it's motion, never meaning to keep us there yet allowing us to feel it's heat. But winter was not so kind, we tried to keep it heated but it wasn't to be, yet in my mind it still is and was smokey, exciting, passion the color of crimson, it carries me gently as I move along.