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Whirlwind
Written: May 30, 2024
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Whispers of somber aura shrouded the air
I am utterly magical, letting air carry me away
Strolling, staking out space, time, and dusk are ominous.
Whim of dawn is a tease; I can't even breathe
Allergically susurruses "I love you" as dawn mists
Impeded ingress into my utopian dreamscape
My vision is ramshackle and ripens into blurred.
I succumb to the day, losing my vision and air.
It seemed as though I had been endlessly racing.
My heart thumped with the rhythm of my feet.
A subliminal mind is a state of savvy and delight.
A faint pulse, devoid of air, awakens me.
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Sotto Poet
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