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Nov 2018
i am     falling
yet gravity takes me upward
with the strong, boiling cold winds
that twist rain into hail

am I this? a core of dirt robed in frigid stiffness?
no, I am the melted after-effects of a storm
that no one saw

(c) 2020 Indigo Kenna
Nonn
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