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Fate is like wind
and hope flies
before it..
Accidental senses
tracing along
curves..
Rhythmically
urgency of lust
exploring..
Mirrored by
sunset eyes
melting amber..
Excitedly inhaled
perfumed
breath..
Blow-Blow!
this waltz
into a tango..
An orchestrated
symphony captured
so delight..
Perfectly pure
the symbol dove
appears..