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Oct 2014
The winds
That touch
Your face
Has my breath
In it.

If only
The motion was slow
It would know
How silence
Dreamed
Love to show.

The proximity
So intense
He felt
My butterflies
I felt
His fears
In each other's rear.
Mishty
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Mishty
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