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He is my light
He is my fire He is the fight inside of me He is the cool wind on a hot summer day He is the voice intwined in my mind He is my drug He is my shelter He is the right when I am wrong He is the flower in a field of dirty weeds He is the cool breath on my neck He is my winter He is my shadow He is the rain after a drought He is the kill to my pain He is my laugh when I am down He is my love What do you think? |
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