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Mar 2014
To lovers you are the kiss of death.
To babies you are the stealer of their breath.

To teachers you are the disobediant child.
To hunters you are the untames wild.

To artist you are the desperatly needed inspiration.
To poets you are the unwritten emotion.

To me you are an unwanted mystery.
To me you are eventually history.

To me you are the distraction of everything.
To me you are the wind beneath the wing.

To me you are a husband to a wife.
To me you are life.
Syddy Raye
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