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May 2017
I felt it
I felt it building
And finally it ripped through
Leaving only a figment of before
It raged-like a lost soul it raged
The hurricane-a whirl wind that caught her and ripped through her soul
The hurricane that tore her apart until she was no more
But the hurricane was only in her head
The whirl wind only in her heart
And in that moment
She wished the real thing
would sweep her
up
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