Wind

Would you hold my hand

and not let go

even if I ask you to?

Somehow you seem to be

The perfect stranger, the one who

understands me.

For seeing and knowing

so short a time

how do you look inside?

Your warmth is greater and

your heartbeat echoes

through me,

for I have none.

You said that someday I'd find one

and maybe I could borrow yours

for just a little longer until

I fall asleep.

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