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Aug 2015
The wind stopped
choking its last whispers
through the pine branches

The wind stopped
pirouetting softly
into asphyxiation

The wind stopped
strangling my shoulders
of their strength

The wind stopped
smothering the sail
I keep across my chest
2012-09-17
Padan Fain
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Padan Fain  Paradise
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