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Aug 2013
First you smiled
Later you stared
Then you moved close
And gently caressed
You softened my skin
With slow moist breath
And brushed my lips
With a feathery touch
You left me standing
In the black night rain
I stood there waiting for
A kiss that ne'er came.
Clare
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Clare  Bangalore
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