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Sep 2019
The chill of wind
Mixed with the heat of passion
Leaves a whirlwind of emotion
With nothing behind

The uprooting breeze
Which had grown to enormity
Was sweeping away
The hopes of my dreams

Yet whilst my gaze
Still lies on you in the depths of night
Allow me to dance with you
Along the mist of fantasy
Dude I don’t wanna **** this up
Written by
Lost in my Head  20/M/Nunya
(20/M/Nunya)   
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