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Mar 2021
one day it was bad
so she filled two suitcases
and was out the door

inside she had been
a hurricane moving with
deadly precision  

unabiding and
unthinking—a reckless kind
of ruthless beauty

but now, she stood on
the edge of the driveway a
hurricane reduced
            to a gentle summer’s breeze
Written by
Zion
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     Bogdan Dragos, heel, --- and My Dear Poet
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