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The burl image strolls towards me. Its loafers whispering soft stories to the cemented floor. The winds bring me his fragrance that smells like my knight prince. My eyes dilate to catch the full image of the fantastic phenomenon before me. I sight heavily to settle the tickling sensation in my cores, suppressing a smile. A Greek God in full armor, the largely built figure walked right across me with pride and confidence shading mine. Butterflies were long gone; it gave me anesthesia. I keep staring as it goes into void trying to picture my stolen heart.

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