Her Savior And Enemy

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Her life was dying like a flame burning out, The storm raged on.

I ran begging selfishly that my life she spare.

The wind howled as it chased me, when it coughs up I was rapped around barbed wire and strapped to the old oak tree from my own stupidity.

As I fell into a deep sleep the ground from under me opened swallowing me...

Who is her? All I can say is the world did not end in a whisper or a Big Bang but rather one subtle scream at a time.

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