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May 2017
The storm raged
A tempest that rioted
Against the sky
People cowered and pleaded
With the winds, for their mercy
Offered sacrifices to appease
And when they drew my blood
On those stone steps
I could save these people
With their wild, frightened eyes
Or I could rage with the storm
And
I
Chose
Me
Georgia Marginson-Swart
Written by
Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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