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Aug 2014
Going Once..
I feel your warm breath
as you whisper those three sweet words into my ear

Going Twice..
I feel so secured
as your palms touched my face with affection

Going Thrice..
I feel cherished
as your soft lips brushed mine

and then..
I open my eyes
My lips curved bitterly
I thought you're real
but then..
You're just another beautiful nightmare.
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