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Apr 2016
And I could be standing in
the middle of a forest
with nothing but miles of
solitude wrapped around me,
and even then,
I wouldn't be alone.

I hear the trees whispering
your name every time
the wind blows.
The birds are singing
our song,

and you are everywhere.

-k.w//you are everywhere
Kathryn Paige
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Kathryn Paige
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