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Jun 2021
we were, we are
a hurricane
a wayward train
torrential rain
scattered, scorched, and singed terrain
but we are NOT debris,
remains

we're beautiful, and effervescent
caliginous, bold
eclipsed fluorescence
tapered in incessant lessons
and garnished in moments of
  
                                                    Heaven

n­o longer in hiding.
march 2018
Kelly
Written by
Kelly  F
(F)   
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   Johnny Dust
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