Emphatic Breeze

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I might have let the wind,

Break that branch.

Let those leaves quiver in cold.

I might have been the reckless,

Who loved you alot

The same reckless who broke your heart.

But the only wish I hold deep down, right now, 

Is to allow the spring to love you hard,

All your roots and all your parts,

Maybe it makes me glad to see its breeze,

Playing with you gently

Kissing your lips softly,

Will love you more genuinely than I ever did.

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