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<br><br><center>*It’s been raining all week
And now, this wind.*

<br>*It shudders
Against the house
And whistles
At the windows,*

*Demanding
To be let in.*

<br>*Insistent, this wind,
And totally
Unlike rain.*

*Rain is passive;*

*It inhabits
A geography
Of dark silences
And empty distances*.

<br>*And I suppose
 I’m disappointed;*

*I wanted to share
This week’s slow fall of rain
With you,
The misty territories
Where I escape,*

*But you’ve marked
Your borders
And hide
Behind a veil
Of reticence.*

<br>*So let the wind
Rinse you of my memory
And time erase my face…*

*I wanted to share
This week’s slow fall of rain
With you,
The misty territories
Where I escape.*</center>


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