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Aug 2017
Colliding
Falling into your gravitational pull
We skirt around felled trees
And misplaced debris
As you uproot me.
Clashing teeth and tangled limbs
You flash a category 6 warning into my
Disheveled hair
Whispering of a calm
Promising relief to come
I am left to the mercy
Of your storm
Written by
Crystal Birmingham
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