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Sep 2013
When I feel the air hit my skin
And the coolness sets across the horizon
I know I am home.
I can feel myself,
becoming myself,
as I am infinite;
in those shady spaces
a mile above the sea.
Where the wind whispers naughty secrets,
and the rain kisses me gingerly,
like one-thousand lost lovers
telling me it's okay.
Jay
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Jay
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