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Breeze through

I can speak or I can let it sink in my tender mind but such thick skin,
to revel in my past only clouded my path toward patience and bliss
the way interactions form connections that turn directions and takes
with it the lesson, truth about love finally set in,
It was never something to attain but something to be inspired by and to be driven to,
the warm red wind of life that crosses time only to drop by to see the view,
a glimpse only a brief moment of being that is held as the chance to take it grows few,
all distress is released with the breath, one step outside of my head,
I finally leap and I fly. The wind and I.

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