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Feb 2017
I kissed the dew
On your lips.

I touched
The softness
Of your cheeks
With my fingertips.

I knew then,
And
I know now
That
Your lips
And
Cheeks
Are
My
Holy Land.
Ola Radka
Written by
Ola Radka  PoznaΕ„
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