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Swoop Me Away, Ye Mighty and Despair

A poem about navigating restlessness.

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Ire, ironic it seems when you aim to swing the hurricane. The bustling winds that break the following trees, the trash that rolls out into the streets.

You believe you will not make it indeed. As you close your eyes, imagining the scene.




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