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The Wind of the Buffalo
My love is like a tornado
Sifting through the grains of life.
I was one to be a button on a shirt.
But I know I see I’m another wingless bird.
And I will fall off the cliff until they grow.
I will fall off the cliff until they grow.
I will follow the wind of the buffalo.
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Matt Caliri
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