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the wind would say hello
when she would not.

it would blow a breeze
to cool me in the heat wave
that made me see water
on the horizon of the road.

all she ever did
was yell me to a boil
for reasons that never made sense.

not that she would listen.

she said
she wouldn't have it.

but here i am
trying to hug and hold
a person
who is trying to make me let go.

painful to know
these kinds of truths
that i would never wish
another person to learn.

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