You are the first thing I heed when sleep is vacated my lips brush across our skin as your side of the bed...
In this February cold where I stand in the light of the moon my breathe is dancing on the wind...
In this hurricane nothing seems clear my path taken from under my feet i'm left standing here. Fear is something I'm accustomed to...
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