EXPRESSIONS OF THE DEEP AFFECTION.
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There's that one feeling of the chills and thrills that always drowns us into the sea of euphoria.It's a feeling we share and it doesn't spare our kind.All are vulnerable to it.The feeling comes with the roses and carnations,kisses and embraces and the candle-lit dines with the sweet wines.Its a feeling that's tight but one we hardly ever fight.
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