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Night storm.
Dream of dread,
exulted mortal fantasy?
Blowing into dark legends,
hungry ghosts
lick onto shore, howling.
Sea reclaims land,
seeping semen into soggy
womb, engenders crises of coming change.
Halflings gleam, seek succor of moonlight
peeking through, veiling black cloud visions.
Portents scream, drowned in thunder,
rage caught, flails in reverberating wind.
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Huddling against terrible storms, warm, safe,
together. May we dream out dark weather in
gentle peace.

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