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Washing Away the Filth~Poetry
the disaster
like a hurricane
has disrupted
past narratives
.
the truth flew away
their tongues decayed
rags around their mouths
fire circled around the house
.
they lost the day; it slipped beneath
depression manifested through fatigue
they turned into evil fairies when I looked
my head tilted as the wind harshly shook
.
I felt safe, away from the thorns
alone, with myself to finally mourn
and went to find a river stream
to wash away the filth and once more be clean
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