Communications

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2003

I whisper your name,
It floats on the breeze,
Flying away to your ears.
I kiss your lips,
In my mind I see them,
Soft and sweet,
And you kiss me back,
In the breeze caressing my face, my lips,
The breeze that carried your whispered name to you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is strange, and not that good, but meh -shrugs-

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