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Apr 2020
I danced inside the eye of the storm
while winged beasts flew around me,
trying to get me off my game
to stay within the eye.
They beat their wings, in time
with the rotation of the storm,
as the earth stood still and
hell froze over as swine flew
into the twilight of our beings.
Written by
Matthew
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