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Aug 27
The caress of the wind on my cheek,
holding me up as I perch on a cliff.

The sound of waves matching my heart,
pounding beats into my soul.

The tinge of salt in the breeze,
making my nose inhale the air deeply.
Poet B
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Poet B  14/F/I don't know
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