The wind howls at me with great fear.
Its my friend I think.
Constantly there, deep blue passion wrapped with silk n cotton eyes.
Gently swaying me to the beat of liquid cement.
Casting my shadows with special apperances of the the glowing bulb and gentle lit candle.
Its my friend I believe.
I sway my lengthened palms and deliver myself to the howling breeze.
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