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Rushing Feet [Poem]

rain scattered
wind thrusting
feet rushing
to escape

why run away
from that which I
was made?

one day
I will be rain
and gusts
pouring down
and pushing into
somebody else’s
rushing feet

and wouldn’t I
unable to speak or say
want them
to slow
and feel
and appreciate
...me?
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