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Zephyr

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The zephyr feels

Like wind and ice

Kissing my dripping skin
So full of life

Like little dolls

With veins instead of puppet strings
The zephyr weeps

And I weep too

Traveling through windy time
Aren’t you jealous

Of the girl who flies


With the wind and rhyme?





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