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Jan 2015
11/21/2014
1
It is a november night,
and the chill in the air is a colder one at that.
Do I offend it when I lock myself in my room?
  perhaps it says
     'Do you not want to be with me?'

Dearest,
It's not that.
          Definitely. It is not.


But when will the wind learn?
for it only feels  the tailends,
never verbalized.
go on wondering
why people run from it.

2
But when the wind is about to
    lose its mind from loneliness ,
              it screams.
                   This is called a blizzard, or in the warmer months,
                   a hurricane.

3
It doesn't make it less lonelier.
   In fact,
     it only makes it worse.
People board up windows,
go to cheap motels inland.
That's why it always rains softly
after the storm passes through.
Written by
KD Miller  princeton | NYC
(princeton | NYC)   
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