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Jun 2015
her kiss was smooth,
a tender touch,
soft and achingly sweet,
and in her lips she showed me who she was,
all her hopes and dreams,
her fears, too,
as her very being was opened to me
in that lingering moment we first touched lips.

his was precisely the opposite.
Bela Matyas Feher
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Bela Matyas Feher
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