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Swirl Of The Storm

There's a time in my life where all things gather and the swirl of the storm just becomes the breeze that blows against my face.
And the forceful winds become the warm gentle air that is taken into my lungs.
I breathe thee in oh great destructor. One that has ravaged my center. One that has whittled my spirit.
For I am no longer threatened by you. For you are me and I have become you.

Zahriki

@Zahriki

Jeffrey LaCount

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