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Mar 2017
The wind whispers
                              in untold words ―

borne deeply within
                              the heart of the sky

and, like a kite broke free
                              of tethered strands,

"I may as well try
                              and catch the wind" ―
traces of being
Written by
traces of being  I really have no name
(I really have no name)   
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