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(PINCH OF SPICE A SPRINKLE BOLD.)
A dash warmth to break the cold every grasp story swells as tender pressure softly tells clandestine tease the shared delight playful nudge in the fading light within the grasp of song world and wonder where we belong. Oh.. how it stirs the heart’s deep well this bite-sized joy subtle spell every memory we weave simple pleasures we dare to believe. So let us clasp those moments near embrace the joy hold tight the cheer for life is rich in these small things pinches to love and laughter brings bouquet an echo of laughter, sharp yet sweet gathering warmth where two spirits meet delight small hands reach out in joyous fray that tells of stories spun secrets shared two hearts as one. / (20.) Yet pity the laced with pain reminder heavy like an autumn rain when fingers clutch too tight too near gradation trace of fear tender aching grasp scattered wide they turn the tide cradles story untold both gentle and bold.
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