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Oct 2014
My spirit soars in the squall,
tempestuous wind howling my body away,
a frenetic ire known only to me, all-consuming.

Then comes peace, bluster departing.
I spin silently through troposphere,
feeling the sudden gravity as I plunge.
storms and all that. can't get enough of storm metaphors in my writing. thought i might as well go the whole hog.
George Cheese
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George Cheese  M/Australia
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