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For each a mirage of one's choice

He lusts after her, just the luscious woman in flesh and blood, she yearns for what is burning deep within him, luminant she saw reflected in his dark eyes, when he peered at her breasts, but didn't sense the horse, overwhelmed by the scent of a mare in heat; between heaven and earth, they stood divided,oblivious of the fact that love is a flame that ignites only when they stand heart to heart, together.
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Written by
k-balachandran
Indian
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Written by
k-balachandran
Indian
Published
Jan 9, 2015
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7·74
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Flame of love burn low when lovers see their own mirage in each other

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#love#lust#delusion#mirage
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