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Died I have

  • Tony Sarch
  • Mar 10, 2015
  • 1 min read

Chill of your breath Lingers upon my tongue Your scent wanders Through the winds That eases my soul As our skin embraces The cold nights and warm mornings Gracing me with your heart Humbling me the privilege To allow me around your haven


 
 
 

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