The miracle

With a gentle cry you die
You feel yourself become clammy
You gasp for breath
But it fails to come
You feel him gently kiss you
Nights gentle pillow covers his cries
You suddenly feel revived
His tears saved you
You draw a huge breath
You are revived
You gently stand
But fall back in his arms
He laughs as you kiss his neck

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