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How tender

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How tender ... every touch in the breath speaks to me ... lets me fly in my moment of security ... I hover in the colors of my imagination ... with closed eyes I see myself

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How tender ... every touch slowly reads the silence on my skin ... how the fine sand of the moments leaves its trace on me ... every grain in my breath flies over me ... at this moment ... she lets me feel it

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How tender ... closed eyes that go on a journey ... feel the sand of the moments flying with the wind of your heart