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I am a whisper rustling through the trees
I am the ripple of a pebble in a stream
I am the ember of a funeral pyre
I am the guilt of forbidden desire
I am the rumble of distant thunder
I am the elusive winning number
I am the clown with a broken smile
I am the letter at the bottom of the pile
I am the words that will never be spoken
I am the promise that is sure to be broken
I am the wa...
Thursday 24th May 2018 8:02 pm
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