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Jul 2021
He was staring at her
She was nervously blushing


Her face was turning crimson
His face was turning golden


His naughty eyes were glinting
Her virginal lips were timidly trembling
She was hearing
her heartbeats


He was drinking in her crimson countenance .
Nowadays a face without a mask can be dangerous...so,don't be so romantic...it's injurious to health!
Farah Taskin
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