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Mar 2016
You lift both of your palms,
Resting it against my cheeks.

As mine placed on top of your hands,
I begin to tremble.

"Please be gentle", I said.

"You are home", he said.

I never knew before,
Touch could be,
So soft,
So tender,
A whisper would seem like a thunder.
Putri Emilia
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Putri Emilia  Malaysia
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