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| i would be
no one. i would have no head, no hair, no comb. i would be the thin mist in the air of a cold mornin'. i would rise and disappear early, before the sun, and noisy streets and everyone movin'. i would hum and greet you when you awaken, with no words, no face, no promise but my love. i would be here, be here invisible, forever. when all the braver ones have gone to hide. when all the tears have years and years been dried. |
| Whispering Soul Poetry |