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In Comes The Wind
In comes the wind
and Illuminati
touching my skin
sleeping naked
in unadorned metaphors
echoing serenity
no time for gauchos
or cowboys on the Pampas
escaping the whispers
of makers and takers
and near-illiterate
listening to the sounds
as the coffee drips
embracing my reincarnation
in comes the wind
and Illuminati
and Illuminati
touching my skin
sleeping naked
in unadorned metaphors
echoing serenity
no time for gauchos
or cowboys on the Pampas
escaping the whispers
of makers and takers
and near-illiterate
listening to the sounds
as the coffee drips
embracing my reincarnation
in comes the wind
and Illuminati
Published 16th Sep 2022
| Edited 17th Sep 2022
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