PostscriptI smell the scent of your sweet perfume that playfully pierces the solace of my soul.Longing, as though it never lived, insists on being the irrevocable line allowed to linger on love's lips.And your voice filled with the vibrancy of vigor offers hours of endless honesty or perhaps visions of veiled illusions, vividvicious.I yearn and I yearn, yet never understand why it envelopes and entrances my entire being, yet
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I WANT TO HUG THEM!!!
EVEEERRRRRYYYY ONEEEEE OF THEEEEMMMMM!!!