Labyrinth of Feelings
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I wonder if the stars remember the first time we looked up at them. If they hold their breath when we make a wish,waiting to see if we'll be brave enough to make it come true. They told me to stop eroticizing everything but how could I, when the curve of your cheeks looks like a bridge to a life i never dreamed i could touch?
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