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When Words Fail, Music Speaks

From the rain that falls,
to the wind that speaks,
silence with every meaningless breath,
you twist to fit the mold that I am in.

Beyond the sheets that wrap us in a bond,
I lie awake,
staring in to the darkness of our perfect shadow,
with the touch of your hand,
on my warm tan skin,
I'm speechless.

Lost in my own world,
and yet you always find a way,
to bring me back to a perfect reality.





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