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Jul 2014
I know the storm shakes
between her bones, the
roars of oceans racing
home, the reach of
hands across yards of beaten
apple trees

scattered debris leads from
her heart to mine, and I
sail into the
eye

fearless

and cool

waving black clouds

being brave
Emma Elisabeth Wood
Written by
Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
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