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Storm rages, a tempest
known
Regular waves hit
home.
Never a miss, never a
respite.
Crash down, you breakers of black
delight!
Delight, you say? How can
tranquil
Waters churned by anger, venom,
hate
Be delightful to you,
daughters?
Familiar blood floods familiar
veins
Better the devil you
know.
Truth unleashed cleanses
deep
and scoops out smooth
crevasses.
Eroding years have passed her
by
Untouched by soft or gentle
words.
Splintering age shatters down
through all
Annihilating love and spitting
gall.
We are family pulverised and
wan
We are gone, storms rage
on.
Susan Shooter 2015
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