Blissful

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And for those few minutes when we would hold eye contact.
I could feel the blissful feeling that settled in my gut.
The blissful feeling I would feel every time our eyes meet.
It was heaven itself.
It was set at my feet just in my reach.
I couldn't wait until our eyes meet again.
For that blissful feeling.

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