slice and dice
The wind rushes towards my legs
parting as they meet
It lingers in the air
finding solace in movement
The wind rushes through blades
sucked without choice
sliced inevitably
and yet it comes out unharmed
spliced and diced
yet they come out whole
The wind rushes through
comes in and comes out
parting as they meet
parting as they meet
It lingers in the air
finding solace in movement
The wind rushes through blades
sucked without choice
sliced inevitably
and yet it comes out unharmed
spliced and diced
yet they come out whole
The wind rushes through
comes in and comes out
parting as they meet
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