I once had a lover who would send me
the sand of the city he lived in
but me I was always curious about the wind there
was it soft or harsh, did it blow continuously
did it rise up all of a sudden and scatter
in the sky what it had grabbed from the ground
We shared cities later
master wind and I the novice
he'd blow and in fury pass right through
filling my eyes with sand
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