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Our lips can touch, just touch. Our lips can touch, but they can't really touch.
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This is your mystery, your story Full of beauty and all-encompassing loveA brushstroke washes the canvas cleanYou start over with a new directionDreaming of me as you paint your wordsWriting just like Keats, Shelley and BrontëAbout sorrow, rain and the wheels of passion
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A glance—I dissolved completely.
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