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Just some sincere memories.


and he held my hand and my eyes filled but did- n’t spill and the pad of his thumb kept touching mine in morse code which is more appro- priate than you know and i stood and i wai- ted with outstretched palm and i knew how it would go, i could feel it some- where deep inside me where all the knowings know and i knew when his lips met my dimple in a precise caress and it was soft and so simple and full of sentiment i have been of the opinion that a kiss to the cheek can mean more than can one for the dominion of the twin rose-coloured tissues from which words are let to fall but i never knew how it felt until the one microcosm of a world that was a mo- mentous melt i never knew that one simple kiss could bring me to halcyon watershed and now to be asked to sacrifice this? please i have but one request just give me till the autumn equinox i can care for you just for now and i promise to know how to let go when time greets me with a bow.
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