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Apr 2014
Whipping by my window
making little sounds;
wondering,
where does all the
love go.

It goes with you,
my wind
I say.

It goes with you
and stays with you
all day.

And at night,
when the wind
has gone
it drops this love
where it does not
belong.
Justin Phipps
Written by
Justin Phipps  Denver
(Denver)   
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     --- and ilo
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