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  • Neon Drew
  • Jul 20, 2016
  • 1 min read

"You're like that breeze before thunderstorm, so close and so loud.

Yet, you're that wind that only runs parallel the window, I can only know you're close,

but never feel. You're a fleeting gust of wind, I know.

A free spirit who only dares run free, whose night never belonged to anyone."

 
 
 

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