There is nothing lost on her singing wind
who leaps from whispers to wails, she’s got nothing to lose
Do not hold me too closely she says
mood swings–she promises

Sometimes, she tells me, I am in screaming thunder
I am a shallow lightening strike.
she whispers, you won’t even know it
Here I will be, 
she hisses, a trail of ants marching under skin


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