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Combing through her hair, Your fingers trip themselves over. Whispering against your skin- It rustles; blowing away and falling lower. ————————————————————————————————– The wind screams against your face, The idling sunlight writhing through the trees To cradle you. ————————————————————————————————– She smiles. Unknowing, She asks you to stay. ————————————————————————————————– How foolish.

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