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The minute
The minute you stand there,
scrolling your eyes,
trembling, steady and straight face,
the smallest sound can be heard,
try to look at you in continues repeat
whispering to ourself,
deeply drowning into our eyes,
like we can feel the ocean,
silence we remain and feel our presence with beyond happiness,
hesitating to move, slow and light we touch each other, as we get closer,
heavy our breath, closer our face,
distance our lips, attempting to move with closed eyes and then we left the want, giving ourselves more and making ourselves comfortable, we stay like that for minutes,
In the end with the separation of feeling we are one now.
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