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Aug 2020
storm clouds
I wore too many clouds around my neck,
let them cluster
and become uncomfortable,
until they piled on top of each other,
cumulonimbus at last.
Written by
Zion
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   heel, ---, My Dear Poet, Eshwara Prasad and Mark Parker
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