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Jul 2019
The smooth, black, bitter delight
      as I look out on a
flood of fury, fear, and movement.

The gray wind wet with wrath
     becomes a means for
my soul to wander back to the One.
Zac Shawhan
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Zac Shawhan  33/M
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