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I’m the wind that keeps haunting

a breeze that can hold you

a gust that can tear you apart.

Rock

paper

scissors

now here’s what I am today,

a friend or an enemy.

Rock

paper

scissors

yes, here’s what I am today,

a comfort or

something to upturn all your flowerbeds.

I slip in,

a firework in spring

and then all at once

the dry season hits I singe your world.

I slip in smooth as the sea…

one word from you,

a flick of your hand and

you’ve pissed off Poseidon again.

Rock

paper

scissors

here’s what I am today,

a postcard beach or quicksand.