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Sep 2018
I’m spun around
like a hurricane
invading my peace.
In comfort I was dry
yet you stripped
my shelter away.
Soaked in this,
drenched in it.
Evacuate
to higher ground
before it’s too late.
Wyatt
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Wyatt  22/M/South Carolina
(22/M/South Carolina)   
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