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[irregular_luvr]

i pad over the sharp pebbles
called by the song, the yell
that the wind has thrown to the sky.
i curl up on the concrete
as if it were my own rooftop.
the storm swirls and travels
across the sky in a pilgrimage
that i know nothing about.
so i close my eyes and sink in deeper
as the wind throws dirt against my face
and then passes over my skin
like fingers.