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Uncontrolling thoughts of you that a penny never traded for have flooded my mind. The total essence and thought of your soul connecting with mine has made me want to pour out my heart to you like rain on a sea of salt. But instead, the rain falls on hot tar, returning to me without penetration. And then, like the rain, I fall, waiting for your smile to pick me up again.
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