Wind caresses my cheek
Lulling me to sleep
Blood creates the last
Warm blanket
Of comfort
I drift asleep
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PoetryUntold lies and untold regrets...... Midnight thoughts it's all the same but the fact is when we close our eyes. We open them
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Wind caresses my cheek
Lulling me to sleep
Blood creates the last
Warm blanket
Of comfort
I drift asleep
