What you didn't have—
A cycloned prophecy in your mind.
Yet it was still you who stole
What very well might have been given,
Just to fill that void.
A piece of cardboard,
A red letter on a page,
A fleeting elation, a haunting choice.
Please turn your head:
My hand is on your shoulder.
Let me take you to the park—
And I promise I'll show you how
To let the wind die down.
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