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like the wind's breeze, my heart flutter's, its beat's call's my name,
my breath is taken from me, by it's whispering word's,
all is not all, but like the smell of a rose's power, willing sensitivity, it's attractive,
alluring long stem figure makes me admire it more, and in mind, i am in it's glory, once, twice, more,
i am the flutter of nature's best, heart beat, wind's breeze, roses's smell, and the alluring night,
a midnight's thought
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my breath is taken from me, by it's whispering word's,
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i am in it's glory, once, twice, more,
You need to get that apostrophe out of its. I also don't care for the small "i" of course, since it negates the self, or should I say denigrates? Anyway, otherwise, I like this.