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Jul 2017
It's getting cold
it's pouring with rain
your own light
inside your heart.
For every breath
feeling lungs with cold black wind
a wolf stares sniffs and howls.
In every heartbeat
a soul's vast
a lion's roar
Β Β its dark brown eyes
the color of a cloak.
It's getting warmer
south wind whiff's
it's your own breath
inside my chest.
Dimitrios Sarris
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Dimitrios Sarris  32/M/Scotland
(32/M/Scotland)   
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