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Just a whisper. A simple breeze that passes from your Soft lips to my willing ear. A caress of a promise that erupts my skin in flame;  a cause to my heart's crecendo. To promise hope, such as a soft creed shall prove.             I await.
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
I await
Just a whisper. A simple breeze that passes from your Soft lips to my willing ear. A caress of a promise that erupts my skin in flame;  a cause to my heart's crecendo. To promise hope, such as a soft creed shall prove.             I await.
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A place that isn't Home.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
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