sometimes

November 9, 2017
By HELENDEGENERES GOLD, Forest Hills, New York
HELENDEGENERES GOLD, Forest Hills, New York
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sometimes,when the

wind blows

i swear—

i hear your voice.

it comes, whistling,like 

you did—

(you promised me you'd teach me how to whistle)

its high and my ears bleed

my eyes bleed 

tears



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