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zaoman32
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She whispers in the wind
as the tents fly away
the shell broken and exposed
deposited in the light of sun
no moonlight to call the end
the eyes are a breath of air
motionless in a palisade of color
the winds of a tired scream
muted by the sounds of soothing rain
quenching a thirst in sun
scars exposed in a time
the healing won't open again
my soul a steady tower
classes of the angels
and a breath of the wind
as the tents fly away
the shell broken and exposed
deposited in the light of sun
no moonlight to call the end
the eyes are a breath of air
motionless in a palisade of color
the winds of a tired scream
muted by the sounds of soothing rain
quenching a thirst in sun
scars exposed in a time
the healing won't open again
my soul a steady tower
classes of the angels
and a breath of the wind