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Saturday, July 24, 2010
Sweat pour our cheek and forehead
After salsa dancing
We run behind the wheel for cooling
Covered by dark glass coating
I cut a small piece of donut
Feeding in and touch your thin lips
with pink colour
Make your cheek reddened
And my heart beating harder
The first touch, never forgotten
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