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The wind whispered your name today, my love..."fate, fate" it declared, but was rendered speechless by the same name.





I tasted you in the food I ate and liquid I drank. You fed and nourished me, yet I spit you out.





I felt you as the clothes against my thick skin. You warmed and covered me, yet I lay naked.





I knew you in the pillow where I lay my weary head, my life, soaked with dreams of you, yet you were water through my caloused hands.





The wind then spoke again to me. With a chill it whispered "become her memory" and thus I became.





Through death you have given me life, my light. I have shed a tight and pinching skin in hopes you will live like I never will.





You are omnipresent, my Cherie. You are my wind.