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Feb 2019
He extended his hand,
there was a seclusion in his arms.
I loved the touch and desire,
Completely dipped in ,
zest and amour,
It was like fire on fire.
The shine ,sparkle,& glisten
on his face.
The wonder, mystery happen
When we interface.
The feelings that you inhale
in my heart.
The last kiss you planted
before we depart.
They say love is myth.
The fallacy that never lies.
A strong perception
Which never dies.
Written by
Pallavi  36/F/India
(36/F/India)   
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