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Oct 2017
ii. THE FURY OF THE WORLD RESTS UPON HER SHOULDERS.

( inflict upon pain
    but she does not yield. )

— dark eyes scream dangers to outsiders.

she is storm ! 
     she is anger !

( yet, she feels as if her lungs are crushed
by thousand boulders. )
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