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One day I decided a man is The Man
I saw his weakness in the lower layers of himself and his heart some stem cells I gave him to prevent his heart to fall apart for my love is strong and heavy though light many times his blood and heart rebelled, whenever a tide of love or of gentleness dropped in for a runaround or to run about, as if a bomb was ready to explode all his heartcells tried to get out of the heart and trembled in fear of being exposed to love or any other sweet feeling. One day his heart cells stood silent like little children waiting for Santa and let themselves carried by the tides of love in a great loop so they discovered the emotions and the enjoyment and every time such a wave was announced they jumped up and down with their tiny feet, tiptoe, tic tac, tic tac, on a thrilling rhyhm of an impatient wait for another ride on the wings of a creature that turned out to be somewhere between velvet and great. One day the tides of love and the heart were one happy adventure of a man's soul.
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