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May 2015
It was not just a kiss where
the lips meet and then that's
the end. I felt him in my blood
stream. I felt alive. Wanting
the sun to drench my skin.
Wanting the world to know
how madly in love i am with
him. Flowers bloomed from
around us just like they do in
the season of spring. He brushed
the chaos and pain off of me
while our lips met to kiss over
and over again. He kissed
me with such passion that
caused my heart to beat after
I have put it to sleep. His kiss felt
like the best kind of poetry as
it felt soft and sweet* ~
Carolin
Written by
Carolin  Egypt
(Egypt)   
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