Forgotten Ground Regained
The day I swallowed a hurricane
The day I swallowed a hurricanethey stopped listening.There had been rumours of rebellion,flurries, midnight murmuringsbut from wild winds rose a mob of insurgent thoughts,and I would crouch behind holy breakers,cling to logic and integrity,cower from their lawless invitationto join the scandal of the savage sea.
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