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She Makes Me More She walks in my eyes levitated her angelic wings invisible inferred from the gentle breeze strokes attention in passing I am caught on her every draft a wind constant in its change it pulls me to a self I hardly knew with all my selves multiplied in her a depth howling through my soul I wade these currents uplifting me, sailing through horizons |
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