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Rated: E · Poetry · Nature · #1280900

Won first prize in the picky poetry contest

Gentle breezes caress my skin,
Softly sliding from my limbs,
Slight zephyrs entwining within my hair,
Chasing the cracks between the air.
The bonds between the worlds grow thin
And all our secrets are laid bare.
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