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With every minute your near I grow more fond of you. With every second your away I begin to miss you. To be in your presence is a blessing, to feel your touch is a gift. You are truly a woman that is rare and valuable like a fine wine. I would kiss the air you breath just to taste that which has touched your lips. Living in darkness until the day your smile brightens my day. I live to speak of you but when your near I am breathless. So I die to see you but live to be near you.
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