The Wind Has Stopped

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My breath is
Poisoned darkness.
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The wind has stopped.
I do not fly nor fall.
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I am suspended,
Writhing in ceramic wool.
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Anguish blanks
My reason.
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My song screams fury
And endless pain.
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I cannot forgive
The guiltless.
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I swallow fear.
I swallow lightening.
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Bear … 06.06.2015
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