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Ominous Intent

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6/26/2018
The breeze thickens as the air grows
palpable with ominous intent.

        A looming presence, a heavy shadow,
        weighs down eager optimism.

                Torrential torment twists and turns, bends
                and breaks the backs of burdened men.

        Stormy showers suppress good will and
        smother all things sweet.

Fragments of my fragile sanity are left behind in
the wake of destruction, desolation, and demise.