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Jun 2015
I choose to live it
I choose to own it
I choose to be with it
Instead of sleep it

I feel the wind
Pass through me
I feel the sounds
Soothe me

Walking around
At such late an hour
Fills me with passion
And so much desire

Desire for another
Another night like tonight
Another wind through my soul
Another feeling to transpire

I will burn like a fire
Curtis
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