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Monday, March 24, 2014

Just a little something.

The soft brush of your hair against my face as you breathe into my neck.
The touch felt upon our fingertips as you slide yours across mine.
The sound of our beating hearts and the rhythm of our breath.
The depth of your voice and strength of your grasp.
All that was felt at that moment could never leave my chest.
For the feeling of love and hope is one never to forget.

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