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My wind

she feels the wind taunting teasing brushing her frail skin
she hopes the true tantalizing touch will soon arrive
it doesn't
as her legs swing in no specific beat
she finds that the ridicule of this days events
will haunt undoubtedly for years to come
the wind has stopped, it wont even caresses her
she is alone truly alone

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Written October 5th, 2005

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  • Ripped2Pieces
    November 20, 2005
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    i love it. its really good