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  Apr 2015 Braxton smith
Meenu Syriac
This night,  these stars,
This breeze, that embraces my heart,
As it entwines with every fold of my skin,
Oh,  how I wish it was you, rather,
Here,  holding me in your arms.
May this wind carry my longing,
To where you are,
And find you in all earnest hope,
Wanting the same,
And hear my song as a whisper in the night.
©Meenu Syriac
Braxton smith Apr 2015
As you take a stroll throw the forest during the day he watches from a nearby cave come night he follows you you can leave and to leave you have to find all 8 pages if he catches you, you are his next victom.

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