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Nov 2011
only in the minty air
silence whispering through my hair
I think I hear your name
shudders glide fast
along the surface of my skin
falling down a tall building
raising tiny mountains along the way

this is your mark

it sticks with me now
Ariel Hill
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Ariel Hill
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