As the wind blows I breathe its intoxicating scent that reminds me of the cold brisk air which when we used to love would blow along our intertwined hands
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My Trembling Heart
RandomEveryday my heart leaves some words for you and these are those words I have been longing to say to you
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As the wind blows I breathe its intoxicating scent that reminds me of the cold brisk air which when we used to love would blow along our intertwined hands
