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it was 

in his laughter 

the very first time I ever heard 

when we had our arms held hostage

 that I felt completely stirred by 

and God,

does it ache so damn good

 it's the kind

 where my body cries out loud 

with the intensity 

of such a warm, heavenly little bliss

 kind of solace 

and it seems like, 

there is no other greater euphoria 

that could possibly

 beat to one 

-a.

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