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Oct 2017
i think of you while in bed,
when i’m at rest,
or all by myself
in my room or at the beach,
but when i come back to my breath,
these lingering thoughts melt away
like a bubble popped in the air
the wind snatched it away
Written by
butterfly  F
(F)   
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   Wyatt
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