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senses


I can smell it;

His favorite perfume and a bit scent of cigarette

 

I can see it;

His pulchritudinous-small eyes as the evening sunlight falls upon it 

 

I can hear it;

The lovely rhyme of his strings on a rainy day

 

I can feel it;

His strong hands holding my cold fingers gently

 

I can say it;

"Love" is such a strong word

 

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