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A Gust Of Love
My heart a window your love passes through
flying open as your love's wind blew
breaking, shattering glass into pieces
your love passes through as my pang increases.
When the wind is gone, with all of love's gust
I pick up the pieces of its broken trust
cutting my hands they slowly bleed
another gust of love is all I need...
poem
by
Kevin Michael Murphy
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