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I am the north and

you are the wind,


through the pores

of my skin.


Warm breeze breaks

the flat surface.

Cold water deflects

my vacant stare;


I am elsewhere.


Fingers are tough

from pulling.

You're not close enough


I can feel your tired breath

on my shoulder.


Release the knot,

currents draw the path we take.

No matter how far

we drift from shore,

there will always be

a faint line floating,

trailing under heavy skies.


We are each other's destinations