Storm
The cave that protected me from the outside storm seems to be falling apart from within
Large stones drop from the roof and the crash bounces off the walls
The whistling and ringing in my ear are deafening
The collapse forces me out
And the storm consumes me
Sweeping my body off the ground lifeless
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