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Aug 2020
Collapse;
collapsing force.

Monumental;
monumental pain.

Shifting in the night,
ripping through torrid dreamsβ€”
each atrocity screaming its own cry,
existing through its own suffering...
each plea demanding its own recognition...
creating its own world of pain,
its own Reality, encased
in its own experience of torture.

And you...
where do you turn?
Written by
Douglas Balmain
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