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Jan 7
You,
are the freshness to my wind rustling through trees,
Psthurism.
You,
are the essence of to my love song,
Aubade.
You,
are the intensity to my ocean,
Maoris.
You,
and I are the two halves,
of the same coin.
Kyra Embers
Written by
Kyra Embers  17/F
(17/F)   
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