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Gentle wind, Stroke my skin, Tug my where and why (about wind, rain, feeling and knowing, and becoming more aware)
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I propped up in your arms / Your breaths landing / On my neck. / The fiery gems / Beheld in your eyes / While everything in the background
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A whispering spark once kindled my mind. / Ever since then it's been kind of dull. / All of the wind seems to fly down from the ground. / The rain that used to fall waltzes though town. / It all seems
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I place my hand over a steaming mug,
The warm vapours rising through my fingers
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