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Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Hurricane Smile

I pay no attention to the forecast,
 I just blend into the weather.
 
Was it not clever
 to attempt to tether
   our pleasures together
     to the feathers of forever?
 
I knew you were a dream
 when I was going through you.

(2014)

#FeatherHurricane #Love #Splitting #Weather

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