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Apr 2017
A wet surface all over
Nothing to do
Will it end?
Will it continue?
Loud rumbles
Bright flashes
Roaring, roaring
Vibrating everything
Tearing off lives,
That grow again
Tomorrow
And suddenly it ends
A wet surface all over
Covered in death all over.
xs
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xs  25/F/State of O
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   Colm
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