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inspirational poem

were it not for that singular smell
do i like it
i am the wind that wavers
in and of itself
they in the darkness gather and ask
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
i said, i have shut my heart
musing, between the sunset and the dark
tell me not
they ask me where i've been
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
in new york harbor

 



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