my perfection

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By <B><font color ="yellow">ChuKico PrIme</font></B>

The voice so tender, the touches so abstract, you've struck my numb heart, leaving it shaken - unstoppable. This simple presence, that assures me with untitled promises, you, it's you that exist; the creation of my dreams.

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