she is.

October 18, 2012
By lizpaula DIAMOND, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
lizpaula DIAMOND, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
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We are friends
we are burdens
ill send her forget me nots
but at her touch the whither
she is wind
she is air
she whispers through my fingers
maybe shell visit
bearing gifts of complaints
no one cares for

but when called for
she sends tsunamis
she swaddled me with water
i initiated destruction
sweet salt
and red veins
my eyes are but an ocean
the wind has picked up
she blew out candles
despite her lapse of absence
she comes with wholesome concern
she is worth a wait
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