Trial by Fireby Joanne Marisa Leowbegan with a cold wave hushing the harsh glare of lights bearing me to a dreamless sleep --- Awake then only aware conscious of the pain throbbing, pulsating piercing, aching, soaring The weakness acceptance of helplessness After all only he can move them (those mountains) |
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