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Sep 2019
a subtle roar from within his chest,
pools of blue hidden behind heavy lids,
finally safe he's laid to rest
an angel the heavens forbid.
and when he wakes from his warm slumber
his soft dreams away from this world
will take his angry thunder
and I may hold him furled.
Rosy Smith
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Rosy Smith
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