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Footsteps were behind me
Love was blinding  
Once turned around  
It was  
       you,  
        Him  
 
 
Footsteps are behind me  
          Love you're  blinding,  
           the summers sea breeze  
 It was like lightning  
 After the thunder  
Before the rain  
I opened my clouds  
 
          I opened my clouds  
Before the rain  
       After the thunder  
           It was like lighting  
 The summers sea Breeze  
         Blinding  
    Love,  
Your footsteps are behind me  
 
(A spoken word poem)
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