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Oct 2020
His eyes, notorious by their turquoise hue of the Mediterranean coast.

His smile was such, all the rainbows celebrated his existence.

His touch, a whisper of a summer breeze on my bare skin.

Every morning in his company was a sip of the freshest Elixir.
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