There is no fatigue that is not of the wind,
with storms that land on seas blow in.
Speckled dust of others sorrows.
As feelings launch from mouths spitting wild.
With shivers we feel the wind releasing,
out our fingertips gripping our own throats releasing.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
There is no fatigue that is not of the wind,
with storms that land on seas blow in.
Speckled dust of others sorrows.
As feelings launch from mouths spitting wild.
With shivers we feel the wind releasing,
out our fingertips gripping our own throats releasing.
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