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Inevitability
I always feel the
stiff breeze in my heart.
The rumbling,rolling thunder
growls in the overcast,vast,
inky sky.
The lily is asphyxiated
by an utter,
excruciating agony,
it murmurs things
unsaid.
It fills with pure,
deeep-rooted fears,
the verdict is unknown.
Raindrops water my soul
like an endless
angst weave into the
unobtrusive path.
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Mulu Magdalinos
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