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Blush of Winds

Writing at my desk

I grow startled, by a heated breeze

it's warmth caresses the side of my face

a red-jab to my jaw

My uncovered eyes stare March in the face

as hair lifts off my brow


with technique, such as this

no one.. can bring me down

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