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traces of being Oct 2016
silence is a telling voice
gentle hearts do hear 
with hush of bated breath,
as season’s end,
inner tides grow low

longing eyes whisper
in wordless tears
the passing of love
grown cold                                    

raindrops taste
like wistful tears,
without the ache

when your sky comes falling down ...**

 *wild is the wind
it's hard to say when you love someone
but it's harder to say you don't
when you discover someone loves you
for all that you are not
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