I don't want to be a light breeze that passes on by
I want to be a whirlwind
That rattles your bones
That sweeps you away
That deposits you somewhere
Where you don't remember your name
But you remember mine
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Endlessly Falling
PoetryI have a slight problem. It is banal. Inconsiderable. Inconsequential. Insipid, vain, and trivial. Some might even some vapid or nugatory. So frivolous. But, to me it is kind of a biggie. Here's the deal. I have a problem with falling in love... re...
