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Mar 2018
Slow on two wheels; inhaling wondrous mise en scène.
The wind kissing his arms rushed pecking mine too; limpid bliss.
It carried soft hum of his fine voice; known yet so unknown of the fact that I feel unbelievably calm around him, with him.
I had the best bike ride with him, so calming.
Written by
Afeli  18/F/India
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