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Aug 2015
Sweet flowers,
Sweet syrup,
Sweet sweat from last night sprinkled on your smile.
I want to wake up like that, next to you. Smiling at this beautiful gift in front of me.
Breathing in the smell of your intoxicating fragrance.
Our deliverance was brought on by our favorite bands persuasive melodic, hypnotic, attraction. 
Our kissing is a symbol of our impulses at action.  
And your lips the sweetest sugar I've ever tasted.*
- C.Ek
Christian Ek
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