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- Caitlin Audrey
- May 20, 2025
- 1 min read
When the wind hits my face it is nice
It is glorious,
It is a delight.
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A universe of words, where outcasts wear crowns and silence learns to sing.
When the wind hits my face it is nice
It is glorious,
It is a delight.
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