The room is still
There's dust everywhere
There was life here once
There may be again
The wind blows in
Lifting sheets from their place
The whirlwind surrounds me
I can almost feel them with my fingertips
I fill myself with words
I let the words pass through me
Words I can never say
Words I wish to hear
Words that will never linger here
Maybe it's ok
Maybe it's not supposed to make sense
As the words leave me
I disappear once again
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