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I kissed her on her forehead.
She kissed me on my nose.
Her eyes were as mirror
for my enormous smile.
From the loved ones face,
with a touch of a feather,
I swiped her black dyed hair
for second first kiss.
So touched our lips,
so gentle and careful
and flooded space of caterpillars.
Taken power of will,
grown wings and desire,
they now know name of freedom.
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