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Sep 2013
I am a natural disaster.
I am unexpected,
and harmless
But as time progresses,
and the land that is you
becomes weaker and weaker,
I become dangerous.
Fatal even.
I leave floods of destruction
In my wake,
then I leave as if
nothing ever happened.
Leaving you to
rebuild yourself.
alyson
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alyson  hell
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   Sarah Savannah, --- and ---
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