“I know you've had enough hurt. I know you just want a palm-full of happiness
now. But, but I got so used to the warmth of your moistened breath. Cant, don’t
want to leave you! And every time I seek for your velvet touch I end up wounding
you further, unconsciously. My desire for a little peck on your cheeks makes
you morbid. Seldom have we met in happiness. Seldom will us ever. That’s our
curse!”
Sobbed a tearful teardrop to her dame.
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