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it wouldn't come..

thus it was said.
one day you'll know.
it stung.
and happened.
no tears .
none.
a deep pit.
hollow winds.
broken wings of desire.
shrinking self.
figs and trees.
apples red and round.
it stopped dead
stared.confused.
waiting for a sign.
it rose.
heavy sighs.
still in control.
deeper breaths.it's coming.
a threat. no sound.
only sobs of fire.

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