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Carrying his hands over mine,

A kind of overlapping, his over mine,

And getting my fingers tangled with his,

I call this, a grab of love,

A prologue of his romance language!

The lines in my palm,

He predicts with his sweetest innocence,

As his rosy lips struggle,

To put forth his predictions.

Cute and funny, 

He sings songs of cute lies,

Cute lies filled with love!

I blush with his words,

And run into his arms.

Our hugs made it end,

And blushes began a new note!

The night ends the show,

With our laughs and giggles.

 -AJOLA GANESNA

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