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The Crashing of Anema falls like ashes. I watch as the ripples it cast, turned the tides.
Walking in the tornados, I was hushed at the stillness of its readiness.

 Eager to disable the heart beat.
Lying amongst the hollow bird's breast;

 The sky grew in anguish, striken by the mark of man.

 I tossed the colored pinwheel.
Let it lay. Drenched beneath the Daisies Scarlet Stains.
Swirling Spiraling Slaying...
Deciphering the watcher. Pulling at the avel swollen in chest.
Take it away.

Created: Feb 10, 2012


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