It was a seance with the breeze and old tokens of poetry reads with a scent of mahogany of wood polish reflecting you like a picture postcard As a breath of hair brushed my chest going with the grain of my thoughts as crimson lips kissed me there the morning still young of the dew as dawn settled on the promenade And with a touch of heaven's mist with a smile on your sweet face of
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