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Saturday, January 9, 2016

Breath.

It's cold tonight
And I hear my voice from years past
We all change
Like breath on a mirror;

That's why I have to catch it sometimes
Stop and find my breath 
To remember that it passes
And not forget this life I live;
Posted by Rebekah Grey at 8:18 PM
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