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After The Storm
After The Storm
Not long after the downpour,
steam dragged itself
from the sheen of cobbles
in an effort to reach
the tiny rainbows
bouncing for the sun.
There was a wet smell in the air,
like the heaving body of a wolf
dying on a riverbank,
choking on its own blood
after the arrow
had pierced its throat.
The deep rumble of thunder
shuddered...
Friday 4th August 2017 7:36 pm
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