Breeze, blow.
Wind, pick up.
Feeling you running past my skin,
Makes my hair stand on edge.
On Edge – August 1, 2019
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Grief Out Loud. Art. And Life.
Grief Out Loud. Art. And Life.
Breeze, blow.
Wind, pick up.
Feeling you running past my skin,
Makes my hair stand on edge.
DoRee MelNic 
Hmm, what would we feel without the wind in our hair.
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It’s the best :)!
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