Aekea Scarface

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Maybe I'll speak to the air
who'll carry the words away...
lock them in some safe and sound
off to the surrounding areas not to touch them.
But they aren't concrete -- just symbols, just
similes spoken by a man bustling to and fro,
never slowing down to even feel the wind.
The impending message I'll give
will send shivers to the cold
or at least a slight chill or something.