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Jan 2016
From the blossom of your lips
Your pearly whites peak.
Your eyelashes slowly close
From the tilting of your head.
Your hands are fragile branches
On my neck they tremble
On a clock the moments passed
But it remains forever inside us.
Bor ehgit
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Bor ehgit
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