Piercing winds rush through me,
Carried down from foreign lands.
Break down layers, unbeknownst
Silken skin turns coarse,
I am left barren.
My bones were not made for you.
They do not recognize your jarred lips
Whistling into a desolate night.
Bitter gusts entrap me,
Cut through my voice as my breathe escapes
Cold and flat,
A hollow of myself.
Wonder falls from the sky
Whitens the city,
Pure and light, I give in
Fall into the space
Into which I am reborn again
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