I find a measure of bliss leaning in here, a finger-tipped caress there, that I might chance seeing anew. Searching until that moment we both find ourselves in the face, the soul, the beauty of the other.
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I find a measure of bliss leaning in here, a finger-tipped caress there, that I might chance seeing anew. Searching until that moment we both find ourselves in the face, the soul, the beauty of the other.
Continue Reading