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Oct 2019
Her
She travels like the rain,
never stays long
in the same place,
drips on ***** sidewalks
and hums a rhythm
on your window.
And she speaks like the wind
and she sings with the leaves
dying on the trees.
You wouldn’t catch her
if you tried.
you are ghosting me again
Fire
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