How to love the wind when touches seem to dust away, When every breath is an inch between me and everybody else. How to love you when all it signifies is a storm of disappointments and whirlwind of choices When you're heading north and I am south. But on another book, it says "follow the wind" So I did Even if you're nowhere to be found, I can still feel you. Dreams will become realities and I am ready to cross the River Styx just to find you.
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