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There was a time when I met someone.
And I do not mean some body like anyone's body. I mean the one (real one).
Smooth as the wind, gentle as a morning coffee.
Smooth coffee.
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That was like perfection, coupled with the comfort of having someone close.
To touch, feel, experience.
To open a window and see the light coming in with the small dust in the wind shaking.
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Smooth morning.
Mild afternoon.
It was like having back the flavor of life, joy of living.
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The brief season of love. Controlling the steps, counting each stair.
For me, there would not have been such as amazing. Life is too dangerous, and I ain’t the one who is gonna blow everything off just to take my little stressed edge away.
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It doesn’t really have to be like this way.
