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Oct 2016
He breathes like he needs me,
but he sighs like he wants me gone.
He's a hurricane, and the way he says my name feels like the eye of the storm,
But there's never enough rain to wash her kiss from his mouth.
Courtney Brandt
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Courtney Brandt
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   Chetan Sharma
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