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so careful and closed
fell apart.
This hurricane of change
and new beginnings
tore down
skyscrapers of joy
only rubble.

The world whisks by
and I think I’m left behind.
But that hurricane
goes on.
And I’m in the eye.

This horrible storm
grows and grows.
People marvel
at its wonder
at its beauty
but all I see
is how it grows.

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