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Nov 2018
The abyss of darkness pulls
in the supposed home
where it is said to be sheltered.

Is it odd,
that the safest
and the most tranquil,

is a typhoon?
Our daily and stressful shenanigans together are where I find myself calm.
Written by
zandranix
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