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Aug 2014
She speaks like the clouds,
High up in the sky.
She loves like the wind,
As she passes me by.

Her laugh like the rain,
Covers everything.
Her lips like the snow,
Are soft and up lifting.

I wish for her weather,
Every single day.
I wish for her now,
So I can be okay.
I will never forget her storm
Mooseman55
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