A whisper through the trees,
Bought me to my knees.
I heard those words like fire,
Grabbed hold of my desire.
It reminded me of you,
And those nights that we had few.
But that's all over now,
We're enemies that are most foul.
So I'll wish the wind away,
Until the fire can come back and play.
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
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