the wind tears through me
as i flee from your music,
your passion, your message, your glory.
with it
a chill and a pinpoint, scraping up my spine,
filling up my fingertips, and drowning out my toes,
flooding my heart, and flitting through my mind.
i have this fear in what is left of me, that its killing where it goes.
ooh, a tamale.
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well it's not that happy but i like this one. i feel like i really understand it...plus, i almost just had a tamale.
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