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Jul 2016
You’ve never seen that side of me,
And you never will, if I have my way,
But there is a part of me,
Buried deep,
That is the storm
And the fire and the ice
And the wind and the rage
And the pestilence and the plague
And the bearer of death itself.
Caitlin Cacciatore
Written by
Caitlin Cacciatore  New York City
(New York City)   
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