Wind
How you speak through me.
What restless truth you are.
The shifts in your shape,
Oh how God only knows.
Make me better now.
Move in me.
Make me..move again.
I need this change.
This is my chance.
Even if it means your howl
I know it won't break me.
Only growth comes from the ghost.
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