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After the Hurricane

Rest now… To idle from natures’ merciless dispossession Lifeless muscles slump Still now, Though exhausted from the blow Perhaps you are the same; Now we are one. Breathless, windless, airless, Silence after the slaughter I did something wrong; Beguiled from belittlement. Yes, I am mortal now… Aftermath of the hurricane. The beginning of the end, Heart beats.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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