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don't let the words die in you
day twenty nine: the wind chimes
Wednesday, May 4, 2011

A slight lilting
The air tastes fake
But sweet, pleasant
Inimitable
It is suspiciously akin to
Your voice
Does the wind carry it
From wherever you have been assigned
To reside, by someone who
Believes us not?
Please, continue to resonate
The things you say are far
From clear or safe or
Even me
And now, even as I begin
To begin to move, I
Tuck it safe within me
Like the wings of a stuffed toy
Memory, skirting
The horizon this wind has
Given us

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I admit that I copied this one, I'm sorry ):

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