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Sep 2019
days and nights of celebration
joyous, raucous, confrontation.
we bring forth the best of times
our lives filled with uphill climbs.

patience, breath, and listening to
things in life that come through-
and waiting, just waiting for it
to just feel right, the words
hanging off your lips

you know the ones
in between the sips
and careless whispers
and long glances.

just look into my eyes
and maybe stay a while.
SCREAMING INTO THE VOID
whispering wind
Written by
whispering wind  omnipresent
(omnipresent)   
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   Sue Huff
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