I am falling again

Wind winding cold fingers through my hair

Placing feather light kisses to my cheeks

Warm breath at my ear

The grip the fall has on me

Runs deep

Talons clawing at my sternum

Howling in my lungs

I am falling again

Lost in the moment

Caught up in the memory

Of the beast with a kind smile

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