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Oct 2018
me: the embodiment of wind
in that it ceases to exist
at a standstill
as if forced to become a solid
refusing to keep form

[nothing of me settles
not even my stomach
and certainly not my mind
hounding me like hell
if hell had too many eyes
and a scent like sleepless]

in day: the oceans breath in
at night: the land breaths out
Gale L Mccoy
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Gale L Mccoy  24/Non-binary/Ohio
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