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Feb 2020
The wind has come back,
But I am vicariously feeling
Her whipping frustration.

A silently steady stream
Gusts her vile words
Into my whimpering ears.

I wish her hidden hands
Still held that feathered touch,
The likes of which held solace.

But now she bears her talons,
And is the striking hawk,
Aiming to blow my world over.
I never had an affair with with the rain. Iā€™m not sure why she got so mad. This is a reason why relationships might not be good. What if my partner is paranoid about my interest in them?
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
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