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There are so many of you, Floating, Flying, You are painting the invisible wind white. You are gentle but harsh, The way you touch my skin, Tt reminds me of something old. My heart is jumping a little, My finger tips numb, Tis the season.

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jesse-salgado

American

For You?

Written by

jesse-salgado

American

Published

Jan 13, 2012

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