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Jun 2019
A pile of rubble, though everything was,
Serene; though all had crumbled to dust...
I looked around in disbelief and awe
Calm now ; at length the storm's passed.

'When and by what benediction,
Did this agony to bliss transform !'
I thought, ecstatic ; unsuspecting
I'd plunged to the eye of the storm.
Peril lies close at hand, just when we think we have outrun it.
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Delirium  20/M
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