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A dust storm blows through Kansas Stinging, lashing shrieks The sand blows holes through a Canvas Who collects the words, and sleeks The gunfire of their sound, for weeks His brows steeled and heavy The whirlwind quits its wails And leaves, lily-livered in its belly A tsunami bellows over Mastushima bay Body slamming into townsfolk A long-time build up lead astray One sun-browned girl is left to choke But then spits out the damage, in half broke And the colossal wave recedes Quietened, calm and apologetic Anger fleeing as it bleeds Snow drifts and crawls its way past Moscow Gentle, almost alluring in its ways Children present their tongues, and the sow Charges, squealing, into guts and begins frays Which twist their ears burnt, lasting for a thousand days And eventually a conscience melts the qualm And the damage rectified on-surface But frostbite clings to fingers; done already is the harm Weather will hound and scorch and spit And eventually untether And though people bite and kick and hit No emotion lasts forever
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 8:44 AM UTC
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A dust storm blows through Kansas Stinging, lashing shrieks The sand blows holes through a Canvas Who collects the words, and sleeks The gunfire of their sound, for weeks His brows steeled and heavy The whirlwind quits its wails And leaves, lily-livered in its belly A tsunami bellows over Mastushima bay Body slamming into townsfolk A long-time build up lead astray One sun-browned girl is left to choke But then spits out the damage, in half broke And the colossal wave recedes Quietened, calm and apologetic Anger fleeing as it bleeds Snow drifts and crawls its way past Moscow Gentle, almost alluring in its ways Children present their tongues, and the sow Charges, squealing, into guts and begins frays Which twist their ears burnt, lasting for a thousand days And eventually a conscience melts the qualm And the damage rectified on-surface But frostbite clings to fingers; done already is the harm Weather will hound and scorch and spit And eventually untether And though people bite and kick and hit No emotion lasts forever
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 8:44 AM UTC
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