.:: you watch over me ::.i watch the trees in my front yard sway so gently, i begin to feel myself move slowly with the motion of the wind. it whispers softly in my ear, the way my lover would whisper sweet nothings to me in the early morning. i feel the hair on my neck tickle, and i shiver, as though the wind faintly brushes and kisses my skin tenderly.my hair dances and twirls gracefully with the cool dawn breeze. i close my eyes and hear your voice all around me. you tell me that you love how passionately crimson my hair is, and that it suits me so perfectly. i laugh, and for a fleeting second, i feel you with me. i open my eyes, and watch
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