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A Kite With No Strings
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Inspirational Lonely evenings feel right.
I drift in gin-mist thoughts.
Long and painful struggles
are not my style.
The winds are shifting.
Fresh thoughts consume me
like new wallpaper.
It is too late
to utter words of this or that.
But then again,
my dreams have no boundaries,
and winds are magic.
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