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Aug 2013
Right now
my windows
are closed

She's out there
in the rain
and gray sky

I'm not worried
her voice is
all I need

She whispers
between the tree
branches

Her shadows
dance in hidden
places

If I open
my windows
I'm afraid
I might lose
her
Written by
jay reynolds
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