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My skin prickles, as cold rain drizzles downward, washing away all sense of time and turmoil. Eyes closed, I spin slowly, face turned upward, lost in my own enchanted dream. A smile plays upon my lips, as a soft kiss brushes my cheek. Even without sight, I know it's you. I hold tight, loathing to let go. Unwilling to let you melt away into droplets of nothingness. You caress my cheek lightly, as we dance beneath the heavens, alone in our own ambiance. You promise to never to leave my side. I whisper that I hope these words are true; you answer with a single kiss. I smile with a warmth that ensnares my heart, and decide that, you, I trust. But, as I lean for another kiss, frigid air is all I sense. As shining eyes open against the rain, they find that your promise lays unkept.
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