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May 2020
I stopped
thinking

let the
moment be

you entered
me like

a hurricane

wet and
cold

thrashing
around
my insides

disrupting
everything

I thought
had been

settled

I suddenly
erupted

eternal
flames and

everything
that came

from me
became art
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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