wind gusts through me as i thought it
would, spectre as i am today. half in this world half in the next, mirror-child
or the real me, can't discern any more. smoking surrepticiously at the small
dog park, no hiding here, no space. everyone too friendly. leave me to my
disappearance, please. if i pretend enough i will cease to exist the way if you
pretend to sleep in time you will.
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and then the rains come, cold and matter-of-fact on my skin and it does not fall through me but splatters on, drips down my lank hair.
and somewhere at the core i am so
blushingly relieved.
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