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Hidden

December 12, 2012
By Anonymous

The gentle breeze that is love
Overflows with delicacy,
I cannot fathom it within me
Bursting through the pores of my skin,
It is the endeavor that I cannot seem to win
The joy of the experience will forever be remembered,
for the passion of my cry will always be heard.

As I retrace my steps,
As I recall my breathes,
What lingers through my mind?
Time begins to find what is truly hidden.



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