The taste of the last
You never really notice the wind
Until it’s strong
I mean you never here some one someone say
Do you remember last Wednesday that slight breeze
Imagine wind were characters
The draught lord
Queen of wisps
The twins Hush and Stop
No one forgets a hurricane
Torn a do
The question of breath
As it rise and fall my breast
Subtle dancing with Amiss
on the plumes of mist
Si the clone twirls in the shade
casts no shadow but moves whatever is there
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