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His touch was as gentle as a soft breeze..
Blowing against my face... His voice as soothing as.. The noise of a cascade falling down.. The feeling was as bright as.. The glint of sun after a shower.. As pure as the glistening dew drops on flowers.. My eyes got watery as he embraced me.. I lived a thousand lives in that love-borne peace... He drew his hands onto my face... His lips softly touched mine.. Hangover was no less than a wine... Tears rolled down my eyes... I could feel inside, the magic rise............
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