You cannot chase the wind

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She told me. Long sentences. 

They all felt cold, likes blades against my skin,

My mind has changed she says, blinking twice in confirmation,

I stare in sin,

I loved and love, and will love on,

How I learn now, here when you know, what went where

Clear perhaps, clean maybe even,

My mind, but not my soul.


by anonymous


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