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uptick her roller-coaster mind
and stretch out her fragile breast
to keep her happy in the modern age

why does the wind keep her whispers
wrapped
and her muttering a constant sorrow
in the trees outside my window?

she could sing
if she opened her throat
lost her teeth barring her
dreams of her personal promise

why wind do you whine
under my mat?
all the fruit carried on your tongue
has to be good for something