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Jan 2013
He leaned forward and I did also..
His hand was playing with my hair
Mine on his cheek..
Beautiful he was
And secret this is...
He moved in so did I... What a lovely momment to be alive to feel his lips on mine... And my hands always locked in his..
Passion fire hope
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Passion fire hope
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   Elaine Brattin, --- and Timothy
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