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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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