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Untitled
1 By
Carol Marie Its
a whispered wind that
haunts me with
the last sirens song
that left her lips when
the moon hung low
in our field of
dreams Its
a deep ravine that holds and
beckons for me to come down
into the depths to
search my soul for
who am I without her
touch without
the sweetness that
bubbles from her when
we smile in
the middle of the night when
the stars shine brighter and
light the way so
we may show our inner strengths |
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