Wind
I lay in my bed
Listening to the wind
My window cracked open
It dances on my skin
It mysterious chills
They tingle up my spine
The feeling reminds me
Of the butterflies
We hold hands
He’s rubbing mine
The pain goes away
I know it will all be fine
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