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Nov 2013
Your essence hit me harder than an ocean wave hit the shore line,
My aching soul is manifesting a storm,
The tides are washing up the land,
The ground is screaming your name,
The stars are melting in your hands,
You are the moon,
You are the air that I breathe,
You are my solar plexus.
Lejla
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Lejla  Cloud Nine
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