One more smile, one more touch. Just another moment would be enough. To feel the rush rise within and small caresses on the skin. A tender touch among perfect minds, that search for nothing yet have so much to find. Commenced by small glances that mean the world and in themselves a story hold. Glances from the purest eyes, that have no questions and a million tries. From souls so clean, that carry the purest of loves, loves that could only be sent from above. But empty promises and broken wings, leave the purest of souls empty, with so much to dream. Wishing upon fallen stars, in hopes to obtain a restart. To repeat the glances that brought them together, and made seconds small forevers.
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