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Jan 2013
It begins
Its blowing in from electric wind.
The smell.
Your  fingers , they taste.
The wind,It remembers.
Wrapped  in familiar by it .
Tucked  away the memories explode.
My heart , its exposed again.
It takes precious healed moments
time lifted on scented memories
blood rushing waves of stone
It surrounds me.
Its familiar.
Its  you ...Always, it is you.
Azuraine
Written by
Azuraine  F
(F)   
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   NuBlaccSoul and JM
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