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you sweep in a like a gust of leaves turning my head and commanding my eyes which are now firmly pinned to your rustling rhythm a crisp distraction the type that lingers on... for days... nights... weeks... unwilted by time preserved in my mind a renaissance of the heart and soul a beautiful, crisp distraction

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For You?

Written by

craigapogee

Published: Mar 25, 2015
LinesWords: 1455

Notes: Sometimes its the small victories
Tags: #heart #soul #new #distraction #crisp #fresh #renaissance

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