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The Lost

The soft cries of leaves
tumbling from their perch,
The low groan of limbs
as trees bend and lurch.

Crying in the center,
embraced by the earth,
a cold child shivers
and quakes in its berth.

The angry swirl of rain,
the bitter flash of light,
a deep simmering growl,
a soul is lost tonight.




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