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Jan 2016
Just a whisper.
A simple breeze that passes from your
Soft lips to my willing ear.
A caress of a promise that erupts my skin in flame;
 a cause to my heart's crecendo.

To promise hope, such as a soft creed shall prove.
            I await.
Written by
Jessica L Gossett  A place that isn't Home.
(A place that isn't Home.)   
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