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  1. pawan35 · December 8, 2016

    The breeze touched me
    As you were with me
    I felt it was your fingers
    I now stand alone
    Breeze touches me again
    Now I search for fingers of yours
    No more to be seen

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  2. learning to live like water · December 8, 2016

    Reblogged this on learningtolivelikewaterblog.

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  3. sirensong1208 · December 9, 2016

    Love this…

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  4. Miss Book Thief · December 9, 2016

    I’m a fan of your poetry. ❤

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