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Oct 2012
I close my eyes,
Pretend I am the wind
Weightless, calm, invisible
I feel you around me
Touching me
With your soft, brittle finger tips
You are the wind in which
I hold you
I feel you, you see me
I know you are here
I go numb
To every nerve ending
Because you are here
You are the wind
Written by
Caroline
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