The smell of rain hits,
I think of fire spinning,
Remembering you.
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Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
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The smell of rain hits,
I think of fire spinning,
Remembering you.
