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Sep 2014
the intent is beautiful
when my eyes stare at yours;
my laughter is founded
and you invade me through the front door
rubbing hands and feet
the feeling is unknown;
wanna raise your hair and steal your minutes
but your presence bewilders
and I hug you slowly
to see if I can sip your scent
before you leave without me.
Vinicius Lira
Written by
Vinicius Lira  Recife - Brazil
(Recife - Brazil)   
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