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Apr 2016
She screamed until her lungs were
Bleeding. Her eyes dry and ******
Her frail bones cracked
And her heavy heart
Sank.
A pebble in her pool of tears
Shallow still for
The sun takes the bulk
While a small sadness
Lingers.
And she dreamed of a
Better place
Where the skies were
Clear and the air
Was still.
But no joy
No happiness or hope
Could stop her
Hurricane.
Kelly Weaver
Written by
Kelly Weaver  18/norton, ma
(18/norton, ma)   
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