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Soft as sand through an hourglass it floats through the air to slide over my skin,
I breath deep and let it into my weary soul, Tine has no meaning as it spreads like fire though my veins. Sweeter then any sugar it inhabits every tear I cry, Beautiful as a butterfly’s lonely song it glides across my lips. So let the music play and fill me to the brim.
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