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I could remember that first kiss,
last day of the week,
cloudy evening ,
in an empty classroom.
Sitting by the window.

We looked each other in the eyes.
It was a moment I couldn't help but to smile.
You leaned in close to me,
and took me by hand.

Your beautiful face made me smile again.
As you drew near to me,
scared for no reason,
my heart begins to race.

You gently touched my face,
I smiled again.
I took a deep sigh;
right before your lips met with mine.
Felt like forever,
that moment of pure bliss.

The hands of time stopped
as we share our first kiss.

If only I could go back to the past,
if only now I could feel that touch again.

Such A day of days.

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