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Apr 2019
The sound of shallow wind whispers into my ears
The smell of fresh air comforts my;
Senses;
And alleviates the stress of unwanted;
Thoughts
The skin on my palms is damp;
So much that the skin feels new
The soles of my feet begin to ache;
For I have been walking for some time now
The sun is starting to fade;
And the moons glow quickly replaces the orange aura from the sun's;
Passing;
Kyle Janisch
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Kyle Janisch  27/M
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