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Smoke cloud gusts … Blowing through, like a fog horn Ripping fragments apart Shrill, as a dog yelp Isolated The winds pulling the sails Ripples erupting into rapids during rough storms and weathering humanity We are torn Barely, trying to create their art … Bombarding when it hits you and freezes bones to the core Feeling you will never see the dawn The pencils on stitc...
Trauma survivor
Jun 21, 2025
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