Roaring gale. .....

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Ruffled mind.....

sadness glides....

up on to crests.....

and down into the troughs....

nowhere to go.....

looking askance......

answers no more....

questions.....never ending

silence unbending...

deathly pale....

hurt impales....

inside.....

a roaring gale...

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