Zephyrus
July 22, 2014
Desolation in the room,
Blessing me from head to toe,
Dosing me a lethal plume.
Separation is my doom,
Carving out what gave me soul,
Scattering it on the flume...
As you watch- pained, I assume-
From where the wind blows.
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