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I am Gone

Am I here?
Am I there?
Can you see me?
Of course you can't.
I am special.
You are allowed to feel me,
But never to see.
You may have the privilege
Of my whisper in your ear,
But you will never, ever,
See.
I will be here, chilling
Your skin, occupying your
ear, until I am
Going,
Going,
Going,
Gone.
For I am the wind.




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