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The wind came to the doorThe wind came to the door when no one but I was around I enquired what this was for after the belly filled with rice and fish and tomatoes a healthy feeling to my toes an invisible face came to my mind questioning what should life be unstopped and flowing in my mind it became as one with the wind and returned to where it was the wind came to the door the wind danced across the floor carrying dirt and unwashed clothes third day of the week this afternoon I wished for sleep curiosity peturbed and peturbed like a sore healed by the stranger at the door It was a hot afternoon and I was taking a siesta..and the wind suddenly moved the door open and I thought it was someone Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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