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May 2017
Eyes drawn to the dawn.
She was a visionary
seeing violent volcanoes
erupt and rupture
the air above her,
cutting holes of heat,
spitting vile ash,
and burning all
that crossed the falling
rivers of orange and red rage.
Till eve settled upon her
ravaged flesh
and the agony passed
letting her rest.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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