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Apr 2012
With a kiss that seemed like fire,
Would she inflame cold desire,
This woman whose soul shines,
She moves under cover of night,
Consuming me like an ocean,
Like sailor ships lost at sea under sail,
I am devoured by destiny,
My lungs filled in new breath,
This breath with a scent of desire,
Of that woman whose kiss is of pure fire.
Searich
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     Lior Gavra and Shaina
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