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Dec 2013
your very presence removes the air from my lungs
not all at once like a vacuum,
but in little wisps like the wind's low, secretive whispers

every action you perform overwhelms me,
leaving me in awe,
as to how such a captivating being
can possess such a tortured soul.
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   Emma
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