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Tech Wind

Whistle wind! Embrace the lost.

Send spirits with loud moans.

Silence radiant flowers.

Break still order like our rage.

Hum hair before low faces,

Liquid tangles blown below.

Hide eyes from icy sunlight,

Bright bullets slice the soul.

Cut power cut exposing lights

There's nothing to be seen.

Crumple trees' blanketing leaves

And dismiss whatever's green.

Drown smiling drown laughter

With the honesty of loss.

Take, wind, our silent prayers

And the torrent wave of thoughts.

Pound windows, fling the darkness down

Let each feel each's chill.

Make haughty grass bow down its stalk

And mourn for all those killed.

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