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Monday, February 4, 2019

Night Storm

Nothing reared its head
Unnerved and encumbered
Self more fictive than real
From time dispatched
The bedsheets sundered
Stripped of all pretense
Like a dog indulging in
A disconsolate whimper
Amidst the ongoing thunder

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