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Jun 13
20 springs
I will not miss;
the first kiss.

The last night
of a dozen flights;
the first kiss.

The pleasure bliss
of going into the abyss;
the first kiss.

And the night goes on,
will it last long?
The rays are peeking,
the adrenaline peaking,
and the blinds let through
the final moment with you.
2011
Henrique Sanchez
Written by
Henrique Sanchez
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   White Owl
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