when i come back
i want to be a small horse
in a snowstorm.
when i come back
i want to whisper in the
tangles of childrens' hair.
when i come back
i want to find my voice
in a seashell.
when i come back,
i hope you won't have
gone anywhere. please
don't go, even then.
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