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Nov 2013
Your hand on my cheek
And my cheek rests against the warmness
The blood pressure rises through my veins
Up to my face that slightly floods into redness
Its not shyness just relief
That this fragile body of which you broke the chains
Had been disarmed of belief
And my wandering spirit
That your touch saved with grace
Made my heart beat for it knows
That my soul just enfolded in yours
Yara Mrad
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Yara Mrad  Lebanon
(Lebanon)   
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