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Aug 2010
Days bloom a sorry malaise.
Night is just as awful,
projecting frightful sights.
Still I trudge onward,
destination unknown.
These events, I don't mean to judge.
Just that the wind has blown hard,
hard like a hurricane on a land it has slain.
Written by
Adam Mathieu
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