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is the mist in the front of the window still taunting you? A beautiful shimmering fog, like smoke, blocking your eyes from sneaking a peak a..

I was feeling a bit angsty.

Just one moment, and I'm entranced.

I count the pulses My heart beats upon my neck. Always too many Always too few. How is it that I compare to you?

I plant my lips upon your scalp, so that in your hair, I can grow wild flowers.

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