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Storm Winds blur these thoughts-

(Like a wisp of dangling bird)

Scraping scream, white eyes,

Talons in grey light,

Anguish seeping into earth,

Breathless, hidden in the grain.

A tuft of pale down

Is all that remains-

Easy in the breeze

As the Gale dissipates.

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