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Feb 2017
Hear me,

I am the whisper in the wind,
The faint birdsong with the sunrise.
I am a lull and I am soft.
But if you listen closely,
I am thunderous though sweet.

You are the taste of honeysuckle,
The smell of dandelions.
You taste the way spring feels.
Giddy and exciting,
Finally at peace.

I hear you.
storm siren
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storm siren  26/Neither/Hell or High Water
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     christiana, Breeze-Mist, --- and ---
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