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Consequence

It comes as a wave 
and I hold my breath in anticipation of...

What was once dormant 
has awoken amidst a raging wildfire.
She...her...mine...ours.

Expanding, contracting
unbearably near.
Eyes through a crack in the door,
lightning in the void,
this world will burn forevermore.

◄ The Obituary

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