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Nov 2013
Quiet
Its almost silent
Laboured breathing
Sighing
And yet
From only minutes ago
Our mouths, bodies
Souls
Were a ripple of sound and motion.

We were so loud, so very perfect

Meant to be.
greyweather
Written by
greyweather  England
(England)   
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