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Dec 2019
As the wind blows
My hair flies in my face
This is where all I see
Is covered in a layer
But even though the layer of hair
Whipping around
And around my face
A war is going on
But peace is found
In the center of the war.
Though I may not be able to see
Through the hair that covers my ace
I still manage to see
You.
Nothing else but you.
To the ones you love
Written by
Krissi Micha Dees  14/F
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