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Confession an Aftermath

You spoke my name as no other, each syllable tumbling from your lips. In a prelude with a reference of love, with such a loving attitude. You say you love me but will you ever forget this confession? I put up a fight not allowing my soul to be touched. With the stride of a gazelle hind's feet I fled to the high places. Is my heart deceiving me though? I left you on the low foothills path. A beauty starts to blossom your footprints are engraved on my heart. Awakening of your love confession an aftermath.

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