The Rush of a Gust

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Little heartbeat

Murmurs come like stabs

With the promise to end it hard and fast

Always the threat of another go round

Wash it away a bit at a time

Slowly gone the sparkly parts

My crimes will see me to the grave

Dried and cold

Forever rotten

Forgotten

Like everyone else

A rhyme in the universe

A beat eternal

Gone from here

I’m on my way out to the far reaches

Expanding beyond your view

Like a murmuration

My wings become millions of others

Millions of others

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